Category Archives: Science Fiction & Fantasy
My Mrs. Weasley Clock.
Today I feel the passage of time. We have just under three more weeks in our first beloved house before we move to our new one. This place has many, many memories: so many Halloween parties, holiday dinners, movie marathons, and other get-togethers here. Our daughters were both brought home from the hospital here. We lost one sweet family kitty here, gained a family of three new ones, and our dogs have staked out the perimeter of the yard for their own personal border patrol.
But it’s good to remember that a home is not a house. A home is where your family is, where your heart is. It will be oh-so-good to be with my husband again full time; he’s been living at the new place and away from us during the work week for several months now.
This is a photo of our awesome grandfather clock that I decorated for our Harry Potter Halloween party a couple of years ago. Yes, this clock is going with us to our new home.
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Foggy memories.
For my fellow writers: Let this beautiful and slightly eerie picture inspire you for today. I know it inspires me. I’m sitting on my porch in the the warm sunlight, fighting off the 500% humidity, thinking cool misty thoughts. This is an inspirational fantasy landscape. Don’t you agree?
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Who left the AUGURY out of INAUGURATION?
I love words. I really do. I’ve actually considered going back to graduate school (again?) just to learn more about etymology. I was always a wiz-bang student when it came to suffixes/prefixes & roots.

Inauguration
So for some reason today, I was amused but also disheartened to see this little feature on Yahoo, in regards to today’s inauguration: People Can’t Spell the Word “Inauguration.”

Hmm. Things don’t look good.
AND I started to think about the word “inauguration,” and wondered if people had any idea what its root word even means: augury, which, strangely, is the art of predicting the future by means of interpreting animal entrails. NO LIE. The word augury is much prettier when defined at Dictionary.com = divination, omen, token, indication. Dictionary.com goes on to say that the history of the word is French, and means “divination from the flight of birds . . . soothsaying, sorcery, enchantment.”
It just might be the apocalypse, after all.
An election where I just can’t side with either candidate . . .
Random House and Penguin merge and DON’T call themselves “Random Penguin” despite the awesomeness of such a name . . .
A Frankenstorm hits the entire eastern seaboard . . .
And now, Mickey Mouse becomes a Jedi knight? . . .
The Mayan Apocalypse might JUST be coming, after all.
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“It’s alive!”
“It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils. With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs.”
It’s October, and to celebrate in literary fashion, and to honor all things Gothic, this month I’m quoting from some of my all-time favorite apropos-of-Halloween books, stories, and poems.
This week’s feature: Frankenstein, Mary Shelley, 1818, Bantam Classic Reissue, 1991.
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“To seek one who fled from me”

I would so love to see Benedict Cumberbatch and Johnny Lee Miller as Dr. Frankenstein and the monster. http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/culturepicturegalleries/8343655/Frankenstein-in-pictures.html?image=8
“Good God! Margaret, if you had seen the man . . . your surprise would have been boundless. His limbs were nearly frozen, and his body dreadfully emaciated by fatigue and suffering. I never saw a man in so wretched a condition . . .Once, however, the lieutenant asked why he had come so far upon the ice in so strange a vehicle.
His countenance instantly assumed an aspect of the deepest gloom, and he replied, ‘To seek one who fled from me’”(10-11).
It’s October, and to celebrate in literary fashion, and to honor all things Gothic, this month I’m quoting from some of my all-time favorite apropos-of-Halloween books, stories, and poems.
This week’s feature: Frankenstein, Mary Shelley, 1818, Bantam Classic Reissue, 1991
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“Who shall conceive the horrors of my secret toil as I dabbled among the unhallowed damps of the grave or tortured the living animal to animate the lifeless clay? . . . I collected bones from charnel houses and disturbed, with profane fingers, the tremendous secrets of the human frame. In a solitary chamber, or rather cell, at the top of the house, and separated from all the other apartments by a gallery and staircase, I kept my workshop of filthy creation; my eyeballs were starting from their sockets in attending to the details of my employment. The dissecting room and the slaughter-house furnished many of my materials; and often did my human nature turn with loathing from my occupation, whilst, still urged on by an eagerness which perpetually increased, I brought my work near to a conclusion” (39).