19/365

I’ve been feeling a little reflective over the last couple of days, I’m enjoying writing again and the twists and turns that stories can develop as they take on a life of their own. Yesterday, I opted for a silly quiz as a fun post for my daily blog. Yet that was to distract me from the date (18th January)

Not that it has a negative connection. In fact it is the exact opposite. It is one of my milestone days and a day to silently celebrate to myself. I just didn’t want to write about this little event until the day after. That’s why you got a silly quiz thingy – However, that in it’self has got me thinking and has my whirling mind travelling off on little tangents of their own.

I digress – 18th January 1013 – Five years ago, my life changed for the best and I’ve never looked back. For this is the anniversary of me choosing a floating life and when I moved onto my boat.

Five years have skipped by swiftly and I was startled to figure out just how long it had been! Now I’m not confident in taking her out along the canals and waterways and I know I still have far to go in the way of decorating. This is a personal challenge I face an I have given myself until June to get the outside all painted and shiny.

If I turn that experience into a blog, it might actually give me the kick up the backside I need to get the work done and quit procrastinating – After all, procrastination was what I noted first as one of my worst personality traits. I don’t suppose it would make for interesting reading, but I could include photos in a kinda before/after style.

Writing every day gives me the chance to explore many aspects which surround me, my daily life, my thoughts and musings, adventures and story telling. So there is the fluctuation there in the freedom of expression to include home improvements – I mean after all, it is another adventure…

 

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Anne Harrison 19.01.18

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18/365

1) Are you a morning or night person? Either / Both
2) Which do you prefer, sweet or salty foods? Either / Both
3) Ninjas or pirates? Ninjas
4) Ninjas vs pirates, discuss. Ross Noble – Ninjas vs. Pirates
5) Autobots or Decepticons? Autobots
6) What was your favorite childhood television program? Dungeons & Dragons – Thundercats – Defenders of the Earth – Battle of the Planets – Ulysses 31 – Transformers – He-Man – TMNT – Droids – Ewoks
7) Are you a collector of anything? Tickets / Souvenirs
8) If you could be any animal, what would you be? Capybara
9) If you could have any superpower, what would it be? Pause Time
10) What is usually your first thought when you wake up? Feed the Cats
11) What do you usually think about right before falling asleep? Reflect upon the Day / Or next day
12) What’s your favorite color? Pink
13) What’s your favorite animal? Aye-Aye
14) Do you believe in extraterrestrials or life on other planets? Maybe – Never met one
15) Do you believe in ghosts? Maybe – *think* I’ve seen one?
16) Ever been addicted to a video/computer game? Which one(s)? Tetris
17) You’re given 1 million dollars, what do you spend it on? Travelling
18) Have any bad habits? Worrying
19) Which bad habits, if any, drive you crazy? Spitting
20) List 3 of your best personality traits:  Creative – Crazy – Cat Lady
21) List 3 of your worst personality traits:  Procrastination – Insecurity – Doubtful
22) Have any celebrity crushes?  Yes
23) List 1 thing you wish you could change about yourself:  Nothing
24) Any tattoos or piercings?  40+ Tattoos – but only 3 piercings
25) What’s the first thing you notice in the opposite sex?  Eyes / Smile
26) What personality traits do you look for in a partner?  I don’t know, it’s not really something I’ve thought about before …
27) What personality traits do you dislike in other people?  Ego – Manipulation- Narcissism
28) Do you see yourself getting married in the next 5 years? Well, Wouldn’t that be nice …
29) Are you mostly a clean or messy person?  Clean CLEAN *CLEANNNNNNNNN*
30) If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?  Exactly where I am, Thanks …
31) If you could visit anywhere in the world, where would you go?  I have a list – It keep growing …
32) List 5 goals on your life’s to-do list: Travel More – Write Daily – Develop more with Photography – Find more time for art – to continue with my Japanese language studies.
33) Name 1 regret you have:  No …
34) Name 1 thing you miss about being a kid:  Nothing …
35) Name 1 thing you love about being an adult:  Freedom / Adventure
36) What’s your favorite song of the moment?  Jamiroquai “Now We Are Alone”
37) What’s your favorite song of all time?  Megadeth – Peace Sells
38) What’s your favorite thing to do on a Saturday night?  Cinema
39) What’s your favorite thing to do on a Sunday afternoon? Relax (ish) …
40) Have any hidden talents?  I can recall the entire dialogue to The Crow – Star Wars – Aliens and Interview with the Vampire …
Nope  Nope
42) What would be your dream job?  To work on The X Files
43) Which would you rather have, 100 million dollars or true love?  Love
44) If you could have 3 wishes granted, what would they be?  I don’t believe in making Wishes
45) Ever wish you were born the opposite sex? If so, why?  Yes – especially growing up, I really hated being a girl and used to wrap my boobs in bandages to hide them.
46) Name 1 thing not many people know about you:  See Number 45
47) If you HAD to change your name, what would you change it to?  Rameses Niblick the Third, Kerplunk Kerplunk, Whoops, Where’s My Thribble
48) Do you believe in the afterlife?  Or a Before Life ?
 Whatever happened to 49 & 50 ?

 

Anne Harrison 18.01.18

 

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17/365

 

She awoke before dawn, the storm had past them by leaving a peaceful still in it’s wake. Gulls had just started their morning call, yet that aside all else felt silent. The wind had dropped, the sea far out with the tide and The Demon she was curled up against slept deeply.

She wriggled and stirred, though he did not awake from his slumber. She eased herself free from his embrace, still he slept. Ataraxia inched her way across the rubble and simply left the den that had provided them shelter for the night. She flung her arms up to the pale dawn and stretched, yawning, easing the stiffness that had crept in with the rain. The grass was dewy soft upon her toes and although there was a slight rumble in her tummy, The Princess felt free.

Free!?

She glanced around, quite alone in the coastal wilds. Not held, nor restrained and apart from a ship out to sea along the horizon, there was no one else around for miles. And excited anxiety gripped her chest with this realisation, she could simply flee from The Demon and run home. She could get a good head start and give him the slip, hiding and running back to the city, back to the castle, back to her parents, her father…

A long sigh escaped her thin lips, the idea was fleeting and foolish. For as soon as she was at any distance from the beast his powers returned and he would seek her out with little effort. However, it wasn’t just that thought alone that halted her escape. For she found herself seriously questioning her desire to return, she missed her Mother, feared her Father, loathed her Brother.  Ataraxia felt tears rim her eyes, her Mother was as much trapped as she had been in that fortress, trapped to a man she did not love, trapped by circumstances that the young Princess did not truly understand.

Instead Ataraxia padded softly down to the beach and started to collect driftwood, there was an abundance following the storm and soon her arms were fully laden. It might be rather damp, but her fearsome companion had some master-ship over the element of fire and she was sure he could get the wood to burn. Perhaps catch a fish or bunny for breakfast, she mused as she trotted back.

The Demon was still asleep, that was until she dumped the collection of wood with a noisy clatter.  Ataraxia smiled as he jumped startled.

It took him a while to regain his senses and blinked rapidly, it was morning, the sun was just creeping over the horizon and his little Princess greeted him with a warm smile.

“You could have left?” He spoke honestly, in understanding that she had the chance to escape, yet did not.

“I know.” Ataraxia replied and sat by his side. “But I did not.”

 

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Anne Harrison 17.01.18

16/365

Six weeks is a long time, especially for a thirteen year old girl, snatched by a demon with no name, travelling the coastline in search of allies. The beast unable to return to the Demon realm was just as trapped as the girl he held hostage and both knew there would be aid in pursuit.

The Princess Ataraxia, however, had choose to befriend her chaotic companion. As much to annoy the beast, but also to make the enforced sojourn more bearable. Starting at first with small snippets of conversation, asking simple questions to dispel the tension that initially gnawed at them both, a magical friction that nulled both their innate powers.

To begin with he found it exceptionally annoying, replying in grunts and sarcasm. Yet the girl persisted and her questions became amusing. Like why his mortal form still held a crown of horns? Could he see in the dark? And whether his suit was tailored to accommodate his tail, or had he modified the garments himself?

He started asking her questions in return, for she marveled at every new sight and landscape. Her life had been restricted behind cold grey walls, overprotective parents kept her restrained to the castle grounds. So life travelling along the coast was exhilarating and adventurous. Ataraxia excelled in being free and often run ahead, bare foot over soft grass, giggling as the wind whipped her hair, wild to frame her face. In being a captive, The Princess had found freedom.

One evening the weather took a turn for the worst, a vicious storm headed in from the sea. At first the sky grew grey black, thick and heavy above high waves, a low thunder rumbled around them and lightning split the sky, hitting the sea with a violent hiss and plume of steam, the sea protested and thrashed wildly. The storm slowly, steadily, headed inland and rain pelted them with a stinging force.

They took shelter in a ruined smugglers den, a meager relief from the howling storm. Even the mighty demon appeared windswept and breathless. Ataraxia was frit, pale and trembling, the bitter sleet drenched her clothes and her tears were lost in the rain.

“Hold me?” She looked up at the beast, her eyes pleading. He frowned, awkward, yet opened his arms and his jacket for the child. She slipped into the warmth of his embrace, shuddering to get warm, so cold against him. So he drew her closer and in the far recess of the tumbling den, they sheltered in each others arms until the storm passed them by.

 

Yet from that evening onwards, this shifted their companionship …

 

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Anne Harrison 16.01.18

15/365

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I wonder who set the time on the first clock and how did they measure what time it was? How did we discover that time changed in different countries?  That maths and stars and seasons and tides are all somehow interrelated in this intricate dance called time.

Remove yourself away from clocks, schedules, alarms and timetables… how would you know the time? By daylight?  When even that changes throughout the year, by your tummy? Does your gut tell the time? Not just through hunger, but also an ancient form of instinct we have lost through our dependency on clocks.

We are forever going around in circles,  spinning an endless web of days and nights, weeks into months into years. Yet a lot of this time is lost, procrastination consumes hours and we are left with neglected ambition,  cast aside in favour of another series binge watch.

We do not know how much time is granted us? Though it all feels unlimited,  some days drag, some flash by in but a blink. We talk about time management, but in reality,  time is our master. For we watch those hands spin daily, waiting for lunch, for home time … That mad rush to get home … then simply waste time …

Perhaps the only true escape from this spinning circle is death, a release from time and even at that point, at the end, there is always a note of the time of death.
We are born and we die, what ultimately matters is what we choose to do with our ‘-‘
The dash (-) between dates on a tombstone,  for that dash is all the time we have in the world.

Our lives summed up in a –

Anne Harrison 15.01.18

14/365

A blog on the road today, as I’m travelling back from London this evening.  So I hope this posts successfully as I’m piggybacking on the coach WiFi.

I also thought I would put together a photo blog, it’s a little lazy I know, but I’m feeling excited about my little adventure and actually,  simply just wanted to share some of my pictures from today.

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I feel like I have been time travelling and travelling the whole world,  while remaining in one venue.

I couldn’t take any photos in the two exhibitions I visited,  though I hope those I have included actually upload successfully.

When you’re stood still, facing something thousands of years old,  this ignites the imagination,  trying to visualise the world in years gone by. Vivid colours lost through time,  skills and techniques no longer required.  Yet at the same time,  you can still see how some elements remain the same.  To eat, enjoy wine, community,  dwelling,  religion and war.

Perhaps not that much has changed?
Anne Harrison 14.01.18

13/365

Being in love with the immortal.

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Spellbound by this captivating picture that appeared on my timeline earlier, though there were no credits with the image, the thread related to The Ravnos Antediluvian, a character  from Vampire the Masquerade.

Suddenly I’m thrown back in a whirlwind of excitement,  of a teenage room crammed with dusty boxes, holding games and figures, props, boards and campaign books. Carelessly ignored as plots developed without rules and this was where many of my characters were born.

My love for Vampires,  for the dark and gothic, was ignited further back into my childhood. With the aid of Christopher Lee,  Hammer Horror and Bram Stoker. This passion has lingered along in the shadows of my life, grown, as I have grown. In those misspent teenage years I discovered Anne Rice and within the pages of her novels,  I poured forth my mental turmoil and at this point,  I learnt to embrace writing as a form of self council.

I embraced the darkness in my mind, in my wardrobe and in my heart. With black hair, pale face and blood red lips I felt more alive pretending to be the undead.

Yet, despite having ran many a Vampire character in campaigns,  I’ve yet to introduce one into my writings. Though it should please me to do so. I feel inspired, triggered by comfortable memories merged with fragments of doom. These books,  games, figures, mostly gone… A handful remain somewhere in storage… A deck of cards, from Ravenloft called The Tarokka (based on The Tarot) still linger around the place, I loved the artwork too much to part with them. I wanted to write from the cards, using the character and images to build a story. Very much like divination.

Now I have this idea … can I find them?

Perhaps…

For now, I’m content to curl up with Interview with the Vampire and allow this desperate inspiration to wash over me …

Anne Harrison 13.01.18

Armand: They had forgotten the first lesson, that we are to be powerful, beautiful, and without regret.
Louis: And you can teach me this?
Armand: Yes.
Louis: To be without regret?
Armand: Yes.
Louis: Then what a pair we could make, but what if it’s a lesson I don’t care to learn?
Armand: What do you mean?
Louis: What if all I have is my suffering, my regret?
Armand: Don’t you want to lose it?
Louis: Why? So you can have that too? The heart that mourns her, her that you burnt to a cinder.
Armand: Louis, I swear that I…
Louis: Ah, but I know you did. I know. You, who regrets nothing, you, who feels nothing. If that’s all I have left to learn, I can do that on my own.