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Anyway.  You know what I told my editor and publisher a few weeks ago?

I told them that I would turn in The Chocolatier’s Ghost by the end of the month.  Apparently, despite the scarring of many years, I forgot that April is my super-busy-run-run-and-become-brain-dead month.  And that the last half of March is just as insane as all of April.

So yeah.  I promised to turn in a fully polished MS (the second draft is half way done) by the end of THIS MONTH.

HAHAHAHAH (pause for breath)  HAHAHAHAHA SOB

One of the things I did to make myself crazy was help provide the entertainment at an event where I work.

Here is a video featuring me a lot in the background.  I am fencing in the black doublet and skirt.  (The black doublet is actually over the boned kirtle that goes with my purple Tudor dress.  I’m dancing in the purple Tudor dress, too.  Everything you see me wear, save for the gloves, I made, and the embroidery on my skirt is also by me.)

https://www.facebook.com/CalUofPA/videos/10153556698629157/?fref=nf

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Wwoot. Getting this in under the wire. I wrote it partly over lunch, which was basically shoving oatmeal in my mouth and hoping to have a few minutes to myself…the beginning of this semester has been a madhouse.

Tonight I went and worked on some illumination. Might get started on that again…I love the painting aspect, once you’ve gotten the design down it’s like a medieval coloring book.

Currently I am scribbling in a plastic covered notebook with pale pink and purple stripes on the back, and circles on the front. Not normally my pattern, but I like the heavy plastic front and back covers. They travel well, I was using a mini-legal pad but the top page always gets beaten up and torn.

Mostly I don’t write much of worth in note pads. They are for ideas, things I need to do…currently I am trying to straighten out the knots in The Chocolatier’s Ghost.

I have always loved the idea of note pads. I enjoy journaling, and I used to be so much better at it. Some of it is a feeling that I have nothing to contribute, nothing that people can look at and go, “OK, someone understands something I have felt, wonderful.” Some of it was that too many people knew me in real life…when I started with the SCA I picked up a ton of fellow Live Journal friends who I would see at events. Concerned comments from people you don’t actually see are fulfilling and easy to be handled, those from people who will meet your eyes…even though I never tried to be a drama queen, I often used my journal to speak of things and try and figure out things in my life and soul. So I felt GUILTY. Like I should keep myself together more.

Which, I am sure would make my LJ friends feel badly. I don’t mean to…they are wonderful people. I feel so lucky to have them in my life.

So, I have a harder time writing. Maybe it’s also that I managed to figure the stuff out that bothered me and I don’t need to think through my fingers so much. And that might mean that I am in a better place.

But, since I am going to try and keep up with a monthly journal for the whole rest of this year…maybe I’ll get into the habit and find some treasures that I can share and find my journal voice again.

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(via The Weirdest and Fiercest Helmets from the Age of Armored Combat)

There is some real Muse-Food here.  Some of it’s so cool…I love how the Maximilian ones have these luxe mustaches.  And the the one is so Cyberman like, too…

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fuckyeahvikingsandcelts:

foreveranartstudent:

Title: Wooden Door of the Stave church at Urnes, Norway

Date: 1050-1070

Importance: This beautiful ornate wooden door demonstrates that by the 11th century scandinavia had become a christian society but some viking traditions remained such as the intertwining animals and forest in this church door. The strikingly refined abstract organic forms and sense of rhythm in most of the viking weaving designs is apparent.

Urnes art 🙂

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barbucomedie:

Sword hilts on display at the Kelvingrove Museum in Glasgow, Scotland.

1. Cup hilt rapier, early 17th century, Spanish.

2. Swept-hilt rapier, about 1600, English hilt, German blade.

3. Fencing sword, mid-16th century, Italian hilt, Spanish blade.

4. Swept-hilt rapier, late 16th century, probably German.

5. Katzbalger, early 16th century, German.

6. Two-handed sword, about 1550, German.

7. Two-handed sword, late 16th or early 17th century, Highland Scottish.

What a fine collection of quillon configurations

OMG so much beauty.  I especially love the cup hilt.  Look at that lacy, elegant metal!

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cancerously:

sumikins:

ladycels:

If you liked this tutorial, pleas check out my Facebook page for more of my work!

http://www.facebook.com/LadyCels

Larger Size avaliable on my Deviantart 

I needed this in my life. Bless this post!

Another thing: If you don’t have a beeswax bar, running it through a dryer sheet works just as well! You can also use it multiple times. I have one tucked in to my sewing kit 🙂

I need to keep this handy for next time I am teaching someone how to hand sew…

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Works in progress by Dilara Yarci on Tumblr

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runplod:

And for good melancholic measure, here are some beautiful Pennsic photos taken by Darter the Chronicler http://www.pbase.com/darter02/p34_001.

le sigh.

The Pennsic war is a place of magic…you can fence all day, then walk around and look at the beauty of the fire-lit camps and the moon over the lake, hear distant drums and the laughter of friends.  I really do love it.

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So, according to the writing software I use the most, I have 84,678 words on my newest work in progress. I think I will call it “The Key to All Things” though really, I should google it and see if that’s been used or not. I am not sure what the key I am referring to is – love? Stories? Memory? Because the book, while being a swashybuckly murder mystery with airships and fae creatures and the like is about the power of stories and the complicated nature of love and memory.

Ooh, I sound pretentious, eh? But I think all books have themes, but sometimes they get buried. Maybe we don’t even know that what we’ve written has one, because really we are writing the story that we pull from the well of who we are right now.

One of the things I think is interesting is that all my lovers knew each other before they actually start the love part of the story. Andromeda broke up with Alaister, Libby was rescued by Alex, William wrote Tamsin letters. Avriel married Edward, only to have the world change and that fact forgotten. I find that I am going to have to start fighting these odd coincidences.

I thought this would be the easy part of the book, because I have so many words down and the paths look pretty clear and I pretty much know what happens, but I find myself leaning on the brake a bit, worrying about the story. Is the ending too pat, too easily resolved? But I am forcing myself to just trust the story. When I get to the edits, when I know what I need to do better and have a fuller picture of when and where things are heading I’ll be able to fix it all and make it look like this is what I meant to do all along.

Love edits. I really do, because you get to make everything sensible and polished and worthy.

I might even have this book out before the year is out, which would be nice. And then I can maybe see where I messed up on the Chocolatier’s Sequel.

Right now it’s about the end of things/goal reaching. The end of the book. Five weeks until the end of the semester. I have one more event, and then I will no longer be the Captain of the Queen’s guard in Aethelmearc, and after I finish co-autocratting the Queen’s Rapier Championship I’ll have all my have to do’s for the SCA done – I’ll just be a regional marshal, and going where needed. Sometimes when I write about my life I feel a little surreal. Captain of the Queen’s guard. What an awesome thing to be able to say you were. Until you get that people not in the SCA are a bit “Uh, what?” and then you have to explain it and then it’s a 50-50 shot that it still sounds awesome by the time you are done.

And I will be taking two cadets – those are fencing students – so I will basically be balancing having students (which I am very excited about) with trying to rediscover the simple joy of fencing. I love the SCA – and being Guard Captain has been AMAZING. But now that I’m a White Scarf I want to use this as my big chance to rebalance my life so I am getting the most out of everything. I think having cadets will help me with this.

So, yeah, I’m at the ending of things. And that means I will be at the beginning of things, too.

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I’m going to post two posts that should have gone out earlier, but someone decided to play with my website…

Someone must have hit you with a phaser set on stunning!

Really? Would that work as a pick up line? Seriously? Jim is reading off pickup lines for nerdy girls to me…and none of them would work.

I am currently embracing my inner geek. Last night we went to Target, and saw that they have a couple Schleich knights that I do not yet have. I am seriously in love with my little knights. Not so thrilled with anything where you can see faces, but the knights…lovely.

The Sunday before last, we had visitors. I’ve been on a “No visitor!” kick because my house is a vile mess, but these people have known my parents forever. My father told them about my fencing, so I ran and got my kit, showed them some of the big eight, let them hold my pretty and heavy buckler, look through my mask, etc. The one gentleman is pushing 81, and he couldn’t get over the fact that a little girl like me was fighting with men. With metal swords. With just cloth armor. (though he thought that my doublet felt like the flack jacket he wore when he was a Marine.) And he asked me why I was doing it, and if there were a lot of other girls, and how we felt fighting men.

Then, according to his nephew, he went and told everyone, over and over about it, unable to get over the idea that little Cindy, who sat on his father’s lap as a baby, was fencing with boys. Really shows something, doesn’t it?

Also, one of the best parts of KWAR was that I got to show people the Big 8, and they were uber excited. It was awesome.

Feeling Crafty…

Last night we had our first A&S lecture of the semester, with Baron Langdon. It was about medieval wood working, and he brought chests pre-cut that, for a price, you could take home…the prices were all meant to (barely) cover the costs of the wood.

I selected the bench-chest, because I thought it would be super useful, and because I wanted to make sure the most expensive thing got taken. It sits higher than my knees, has a hinged lid with a nice, deep chest, and is sturdy as all get out. Two people can sit on it, though, granted, they’d have to at least be friends to do so. (It’s a close fit.) Mostly I did it by myself…I had guidance when I needed it, and people held it when I needed it so I could pound nails, but the mistakes I made are hard to see. So I’m kind of proud of my first furniture project. I found it very rewarding and satisfying, I always love to build or put things together. I think I might paint it (I usually varnish or stain wood. It’s a nice poplar, and I’m really tempted to just stain it to even out the fact that the wood is more than one color in a few places.) I’m not sure.

Some of my friends were sitting off to the side, so I realized that, being students who live in dorms they a) don’t really have money and b) don’t really have space or want to haul a wooden box back, so I asked them to make me one, and I’d pay for it. So they all got together and made a really lovely oak box. That one will get stained, and I think I will paint my arms on it.

I’m now mentally eyeballing my father’s tools and wondering if I can separate his wood working stuff out into a drawer that I can access…that was way too much fun. I love the liberation of knowing if I see something that I want and I can’t afford to buy it, I can make it.

I’m also back on the I want a pet kick. I even thought about getting a ferret or a bunny, but I really want a puppy. I do, however, know that I do not want a pony. I’m holding out for a Friesian. (Sometimes I really miss the appaloosa we had.)

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