A Marvellous Thought

My friend sent me this,  so I wanted to share it with you all,  hopefully it will make someone else out there ridiculously happy too!! 

Love, Anne x 

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On the Cutting Room Floor

… What doesn’t make it beyond notes …

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… When you change your mind and alter the direction of the plot, sometimes only old notes remain. Maybe I’m actually growing up as a writer?

 

Anne Harrison 21.02.17

Part 32

Alone in the night…

Pepe was not there when Alleia returned to their lavish quarters, he had mentioned an evening engagement and she assumed it was with one of his male companions. Not that it bothered Alleia, she felt dreadfully hormonal and her little one was wriggling playfully. So she curled up, wearing Kane’s uniform,  unable to eat, unable to sleep,  restless and forlorn.

Absently she plunged her hands deep into the jacket pockets and found items forgotten therein.  Curious,  she sat up and pulled out the contents upon the sheets before her…

Discovering a tobacco pouch and tinderbox,  a few coins, a handful of scrap parchment and three new arrow heads wrapped in oiled leather…

Unfolding the parchment Alleia discovered basic child-like attempts of writing, scribbled practiced alphabet and short simple words – Cat – Dog – Rock – Man – Kane …  He had been trying to teach himself to write.

However,  turning the parchment over, she uncovered a collection of sketches,  charcoal and chalk. The hand drawn pictures were breathtaking, each one her portrait. They must have been drawn from memory,  yet each one was so finely detailed, a mole on her throat,  freckles, curved smile line,  single nose ring. All tiny features carefully recalled.

An older,  dog eared parchment was jumbled in with the rest,  yet this portrait was not of Alleia… She frowned, a lock of hair tumbled free, a shot of jealousy cut through her core… His pictures clearly indicated an unspoken affection,  yet her own reaction to the mysterious girl caused Alleia to question her own emotions…

It took a while to identify the last sketch and her jealousy subsidised as she realised the image as ‘The Child of Prophecy’… A gasp escaped her lips as she clutched the hair, realising that the blonde Curls must have once belonged to the most magical creature ever to have graced the land…  Deep within her own womb, her unborn fluttered and twitched…

“You cunning bastard Kane…”  Alleia mused to herself,  carefully tucking the hair and sketch away…
Anne Harrison 21.02.17

Character Portfolios

Putting Faces to Names

Just in case you wondered who was who in the attached PDF, I’ve managed to do some wonderful funky editing to pull the images out of the document. I had invited my lovely invisible audience out there to guess which image related to which character in my on-going, not-so short story… The images are fairly  old and have been horded in my note book pages for numerous years, so long ago that I’ve lost the original picture files and I suspect they were from Tumblr once upon a time…

So, if you are curious to know who is who please read on…

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Let me start with a confession… I think the phrase ‘in my note book pages for numerous years’ might have given you a clue, these are really old characters, roughly connected to an ancient D&D game, dating back centuries, lost in the mists of time… Well, my teenage years actually…

So without further ado, I shall introduce you to the first couple (above) meet Lord Death and his only daughter Lilly. I realise that the concept of Death has been used in various forms of fiction from The Sandman to Terry Pratchett  the reminder of our fragile mortality has been transformed into a physical character, a Grim Reaper. The idea of Death as a Father, to actually create life, gives Death himself an ounce of mortality… Lilly herself was a silent beauty who held some of her fathers skills, yet she could also stay his hand, therefore she was sometimes known as Mercy.

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Brooding Gothic Characters, handsome male models, Vampires, Werewolves and fashion magazines have all forms the basis of inspiration. Picking names from thin air, falling in awe with sexy eyes and establishing a background story for nothing more than a picture on a poster (or Tumblr)…

Allow me to introduce Storm, above, please don’t let those dreamy eyes fool you, he’s a vicious killer, an assassin, the head of the guild Stormground…

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This whisky slugging, shadow hugging sex bomb is known as Sandy, a member of Stormground and a little rule breaking ambitious rogue. A thorn in the side for Storm and a law unto himself…

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I honestly can’t remember if I used this rather dreamy image for Elsam or his Son Nathainial… Both are Pirates, Pit Fighters, General Thugs and the ultimate unwilling hero… Both would be far happier in the pub with their mates, but usually ended up saving the world, accidentally…

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Meet Storm’s Brother Akdov, who also has the dubious honor of being Sandy’s father. He is the silent partner in Stormground. More of a business man than a killer, he lets others get their hands bloody while he takes a cut and sets up contracts… His business ventures have spread widely through the underground, including various bars, gambling dens and whore houses. Life generally would be perfect, if he didn’t have to keep bailing Sandy out of trouble…

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Apologies, this image did not transfer well out of the PDF… However, I should like you to meet Lorn Blackthorn and his lover Scarlet. Both are vampires, if the picture is too distorted to tell. They have a distinctive love/hate relationship, both too alike in their thirst for power and blood for truly love one another without hating each other.

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Our final character in this Rogues gallery is Feral, he’s a thief, with quite a good reputation for causing mischief and pranks. He’s a soft heated fool with a wicked sense of humor and enjoys a challenge to really push his abilities, without getting caught!

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I honestly feel a little weird about introducing you all to these characters, they have been with me for so many years, so long ago they were hatched into an evil plot somewhere on a game board, their actions determined upon the roll of a dice. I feel weird giving them life here, so far removed from what I’m currently writing, yet there is also a fraction of tales which remains the same. I don’t know if I will ever give them life again, or if they simply remain in character limbo, trapped in a picture, until I give them a storyline.

I think the last irony I will leave you with, before this post drags on too long. None of the pictures actually ‘look’ like any of the characters!!

… Yeah, that confused me too …

 

Anne Harrison 21.02.17

Falling in Love with the Imaginary…

Friday Lunchtime Ponderings…

…I think I have covered, or at least started to cover, this topic before… But I possibly got distracted and danced off on another train of thought before I could put finger tips to keys and pull the words out my brain…

Disclaimer: I’m not clever, I don’t understand  psychology, nor pretend to, I can not include any intelligent quotes (because I’m not sure what they mean) nor do I have any answers… Sorry my friends, all you get here will be some mad ramblings…

Rambling Commencing: Isn’t it just delicious how we, as normal every day mortal folk, can find ourselves in love with the imaginary. The characters that grace books, screen, cartoons, comics, games, movies and so on… The lovable rogue, the bumbling fool, the anti-hero, the stone cold killer, the gunslinger or the sheriff… No matter what genre of fiction we embrace, we will find these archetypes and we embrace them, we follow them through their ‘lives’ we may visualize them differently from authors descriptions, artists representations or actors, er… acting…

Fandoms are born from people sharing the same passion for certain characters or series of adventures, it expands, morphs into Comic-Cons, beyond that to entire theme parks, events, studio tours… Where we the mundane can step into the world of Fantasy, Fiction or Sci-Fi etc… We dress as our favorite characters, we have lightsaber  battles with Jedi when we’re dressed as Sith… Wand duel with a Slytherin while taking a selfie and sharing it on social media… These things bring total strangers together, we can talk about the ridiculous without actually sounding ridiculous, because the stranger we’re chatting too understands perfectly the made up jargon you’re talking about…

It makes me (personally) feel like I am part of a huge family, I am a cosplayer, I admire the creativity the dedication and perfection of come costumes. I’ve never tried LARPing, but this could prove to be the ultimate step (for me) as a (non)writer, to become your own character, to act as they would act and put yourself in their shoes…

This whole concept is so expansive and so inclusive, I don’t think I’ve really scratched the surface here and could express myself further, include more examples, genres or characters… Good or Bad, Love them or Hate them… None of this ‘world within a world’ would even begin to exist if people hadn’t sat down, picked up a pen and wrote about the imaginary people inside their heads, by doing so, they crafted life, love and a whole realm where nothing is impossible in a world where we are restricted to reality, sometimes the incredible can be tangible.

Yet none of it would be so if there was never a ‘Once Upon a Time’ …

I’m going to get back to my own writings shortly and I’m going to leave you with a passage from Michael Moorcock, introducing one of his most chaotic anti-heroes… This is where I fell in love with the imaginary…

“It is the color of a bleached skull, his flesh; and the long hair which flows below his shoulders is milk-white. From the tapering, beautiful head stare two slanting eyes, crimson and moody, and from the loose sleeves of his yellow gown emerge two slender hands, also the color of bone. “

 

Anne Harrison 17.02.17

2 Minuets left …

A collection of my favorite characters from books and games…

… There is a purpose behind this random collection of images and it relates to the previous post ‘Putting Faces to Names’ it’s something I’m musing over between writing new scenes, I’ll explain more tomorrow, I really need to log off…

… Meanwhile, if you would like to share your favorite characters, please feel free to do so… but also ask yourself *why* are you so attached to people who really don’t even exist?

 

Anne Harrison 16.02.17

Putting Faces to Names

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You’ll need to click the link to see the pictures (ignore the mad scribblings please) but I can not find the images anywhere else currently, though I’m quite sure they’re kicking around somewhere, today they are being illusive…

My sudden burst of writing has left me with a whole host of posts that I need to return to and edit, I’ve been writing quicker than by brain can get all the words from the scene it sees to my fingers on the keys. This has also left me with constant dreams (and daydreams) of following events… Now I can see my characters very clearly in my head, yet I have added no descriptions in my writings – I could – but I always like to imagine what characters look like when I’m reading a book, so it kinda also work the other way around too. Everyone visualizes what they read differently…

… So, why am I sharing a collection of images of models, vampires and goths?

To create a little game… If you were to relate any of my characters to the random images (attached in the above link) … Which character would you connect to which picture?

You don’t need to reply, it’s just for fun… Besides, it gives you all something to read while I’m busy editing silly mistakes and dreadful spelling…

 

Anne Harrison 16.02.17