Showing posts with label Anne-girl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anne-girl. Show all posts

Monday, February 24, 2014

A Bookish Chat With Anne-girl

The next installment in our Bookish Chat series is none other than my very own sister, Anne-girl of Scribblings of My Pen.



Welcome to the podium at Yet Another Period Drama Blog, Anne-girl!  Have some coffee and chocolate to calm your nerves and tell us a little bit about yourself.  Name, general age-ish (feel free to be as vague as you like), favorite type of weather, least favorite color, favorite way to relax in the evenings, and what got you started blogging.  Ready, steady, go!

My name is Carolyn, but I go by Anne-girl, and I am of the age in which one dances in the gazebo with telegraph boys {though I’ve never found one to dance with me}. I like sunny skies and mild temperatures. I enjoy a good thunderstorm of an evening but other than that I’ve not much given to inclement weather. Though I do enjoy a nice strong wind in the early fall. I loathe pea green. Lark Rise to Candleford is my favorite evening activity but I’m sure that will change when we start Sherlock! I started blogging when I was thirteen because you blogged and I wanted to do it too. But that blog withered and died on the vine. I started Scribblings in November of 2011 because I loved Rachel’s Inkpen Authoress and was writing my first book. My first posts were blatant {and not very good} copies of her posts but over the two years that followed I’ve found my niche talking about my beloved Selkin and Story Structure and doing the Les Amis series.


People, seriously, you need to go check out her Les Amis series.  It's epic.  
So, now that we know a little bit more about you (well, okay, the adoring PUBLIC knows a little more about you-- I already know everything about you because I am your seestah), let’s ask some bookish questions.  Tell us about three books that you loved when you were little-- that is, under ten or so.

The Four Story Mistake by Elizabeth Enright was perhaps my favorite book back then. I also really really loved the American Girl “world” books. I’ve always been addicted to other cultures *grin* and I guess if I could only pick one other it would be Great Illustrated Classics The Three Musketeers because of all the fun we had with it.


Ooooooh, yes, I shall always have fond memories surrounding the 3M.  "This is D'artagnan!"  :D  You are, I believe, a writer as well as a reader. No kidding!  I can’t imagine where I got that idea, but I think you may have mentioned it to me at some time, or maybe I found something of yours lying around... anyways, if someone big and importantly authoritative came to you and told you you could never write anything again, what would your response be?  (This is meant to be a little twist on the run-of-the-mill “why do you write” question.)

Make up stories in my head. I did it for eleven years {I first remember doing it at the age of three} without feeling the need to write. I would miss writing terribly but I would add a wing to my mind palace and store the stories there. I would memorize poetry to give myself the ability of reciting reams and reams of stuff and I would turn myself into a story teller. I would be like the bards of old traveling around in a little beat up car with Les Mis CDs in my Hello Kitty boom box and tell stories at libraries and children's parties. I love words, I really do, and I love putting them down and honing them but all I NEED are stories. So I would survive. I would cry and always feel like someone I loved had died but I would survive.

And no that is not a scenario that I have had planned out for a long time complete with a plan for developing my memory. Whatever would give you that idea? I’m not paranoid. Not paranoid at all.



What genre of book do you write?  Tell us a little about it.

I write Christian Adventure. It’s really a lot like High Fantasy {Tolkien, Sanderson, George R. R. Martin} but without the magic. Or you could could compare it to Literary Political Fiction {Les Mis, The Way We Live Now, Anna Karenina, but without the icky stuff}. Or with swashbuckling Fantasy of Manners {The Prisoner of Zenda, The Princess Bride, Three Musketeers} or coming of age {Johnny Tremain, The Bronze Bow}. It doesn’t really fit in any particular genre but it’s meant to be exciting and “feels” filled but thought provoking. Obviously I have a really really long way to go but cultures, politics, and adventure all fascinate me and what is writing unless it’s about what you love?


Excellent rhetorical question there.  :D What is your favorite history book (not a textbook)?  Tell us a wee bit about it.

I’m quite fond of Rebecca Fraser’s History of Britain but the one I love the most perhaps is the HUGE book simply called History found in our YA nonfiction section. I’ve read it several times but I never seem to glean everything. I just love love love the dips into different cultures and stories it gives. Just a taste of this and a taste of that. I’m not really patient enough to read a history book on every topic that interests me and if I really want to know about something I can look further into it. This book gives an overview of just about everything. I have no idea where it’s from or who wrote it though. Sorry.



What are some of your favorite quotes about books?

I never remember or collect quotes about things. Only quotes from movies and books. There is of course the essential “I cannot live without books” but there is always Henry Tilney to the rescue. Say it with me, girls!

“The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid”


What did you most recently finish reading?  Would you recommend it?

Tuck by Stephen R. Lawhead.  You would not like it sister dear I do not think. But anyone who likes a good thick medieval politics story would like this. I read the whole King Raven trilogy awhile ago. The first one, Hood was rubbish. Inappropriate in places, and with a mysticism that I didn’t care for. But it did have great character development. The middle one Scarlet was exciting and well written with a wonderful protagonist but a little more violent than I like. Tuck is the best of the lot with nothing worse as far as content goes than Caroline Arless’s favorite word. It’s a novelization of the real Robin Hood {who originated as a Welsh rebel lord not an outlaw in Nottingham} and though Median is annoying the other characters are lovable and relatable {especially Friar Aethelfrith fondly known as Tuck}.



Did you discover any good new authors in the last year?  Which of their books did you like best?

I’m quite enjoying Lemony Snicket right now. I’m about five years older than I should have started the series but it does not dampen my enjoyment of the series one bit. Jack talked about them so much that I just had to try them and though the first one was a bit contrived by the fifth one I knew I had struck gold. My favorite in his Series of Unfortunate Events so far has been The Vile Village. I just really like seeing the Baudelaires strike off on their own and not go back to that insufferable Poe. Though The Ersatz Elevator was almost as good.

I also enjoyed Sarah Sundin’s Wings of Glory series and the first two Wings of the Nightingale books. I’d have to say I liked With Every Letter best. I don’t normally enjoy historical romance but these are just so good! The characters are entirely unrealistic as far as looks go but other than that they are wonderful stories about WWII and the people who fought it.

But the best discover of this past year has been Monster by Miriam Neal. Just go read it. You won’t regret it.


Quick!  First funny quote from a book, off the top of your head!  {{ You can go look it up to make sure you have it right, if you like.}}

“Cornflakes. Cold noodles,” said Rush. “BLO-OD! BLO-OD!”
~Then There Were Five by Elizabeth Enright



What would be your response to someone who told you she never read books?

I would smile comfortingly and then back slowly away. Then I would go disinfect myself. It would not do to catch whatever disease has impaired there persons judgement and taste.


What are your thoughts on the subject of e-readers?

Bor-ing. But good for beta reading. Someday when I am rich I will get one so that I don’t have to use the computer for beta reading. But then when I’m rich I’ll get my own computer so I won’t have to wangle computer time so never mind. I was also going to say that Kindle books are cheaper but I use kindle cloud {which doesn’t need a kindle} and again when I have my own laptop I wouldn’t need to wangle the computer time to finally reread Monster.



If you could write a note to a future reader in one of your top ten favorite books, what would you write and why would you choose that particular book?

I would pick Pilgrim’s Progress and I would beg them to memorize Hopeful’s conversion or at least to read it over and over again. It would say that is the single most comforting passage of literature outside of the Bible. I would tell them to drag it out whenever they are fearful and to pair it with Stepping Heavenward by Elizabeth Prentess. I would tell them to keep praying for God’s revelation because it is hard to see and easy to lose sight of. And I would also advise them to buy the audio drama because Steve Eager does a killer Mr. Moneylove.


What is the best children’s book you’ve read (not reread) in the last few months?  We all know there’s no shame in reading good children’s literature-- come on, spill.

See my paragraph about Lemony Snicket.



If you could have a fictional side character over for tea in the nearish future, who would you choose and why?

Herbert Pocket. I’m rather half in love with him.


Quick, name a book you love that begins with L.

Lorna Doone.  It was badly written but I loved it. John Ridd is awesome and the Doone Valley is awesome and there is so much history and politics wrapped up in it. I really really like it.


And now... recommend six titles for the lovely readers of this blog.  Any titles.  Six of ‘em.  Do it.  Now.  (No, I’m not bossy.)

Ok, these are the six books that have affected and changed me the most.

~Carry On Mr. Bowditch
~Pilgrim's Progress
~Stepping Heavenward
~The Shadow Things
~Les Miserables
~Great Expectations

And I’m going to cheat and add Johnny Tremain because it was the first book I fell in love with.

Cheater, cheater.  

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Huge round of applause to Anne-girl for her fabulous answers and for taking the time to stop by!  Go read Johnny Tremain, peoples, and check out Anne's blog.  Biased sister though I may be, I do believe her Legend of Honesty is destined for greatness.  So go follow her blog before she publishes the book, and then you can say you Knew Her Back When.  And don't forget to stay tuned in March for our next guest speaker!

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Sensible Readers Must Proceed at Their Own Risk

Y'all know that I have a sister.  Well, I have three biological sisters, and a twin who wasn't born on the same day as me (but that is immaterial), but the sister I want to talk about today is known to many of you as the Anne-girl.

Well, actually her real name is Carolyn.  But she goes by Anne-girl on her blog.  And on the cover of her debut novel, she goes by Anneliese Blakeney.   I love that pseudonym, but I'm not quite sure why she chose it.  I suppose she just liked the name Anneliese-- and as for Blakeney, I think she just picked it at random out of the phone book or something.

Anyways.  For the last year or so Cara's been working on a novel known as The Princess and the Sage.  I can't put into words how much I adore this story.  It's silly.  It's ridiculous.  It's off-the-wall.  It contains pickles and mud angels and a mysterious Jub-Jub bird and foreign diggity-dogs dignitaries and a cook who lets you do what you want so you'll learn about consequences.  It's about a Princess, a perfect and prim and proper princess, whose whole life is turned upside down when a young Sage comes barreling into her quiet castle life.  Yep, you read that right-- he's a Young Sage, and don't you forget it.


First of all he was not one of those old sages with long white beards and doddering mustaches, he was the Young Sage, and if you dared address him without the Capitals... well, withered doesn’t begin to cover it.  You could leave off the young part if you wanted too.  At least he lets me leave off the young part.  But then, I’m the one writing it and that puts us on rather intimate terms.  

I could have begun the story at any number of places but I decided to begin it here: with the princess and her last lesson with a governess. Why? No reason. This is a nonsense tale you must remember; and beginnings and endings, while important, are not considered relevant.

~The Princess and the Sage, chapter one

Those are the first two paragraphs, people.  And it only gets better after that.  If you like Lewis Carroll, A.A. Milne, P.G. Wodehouse or E. Nesbit--or if you're like Carolyn and me and adore all of the above--then get thee to Create Space and purchase thee a copy of Princess and the Sage.   Your stomach muscles might not thank you for it when you're done, but it'll be worth it.  They say that every time you laugh, you increase your lifetime by a minute.  Once you're done this book, you'll be practically indestructible.


Can we take a minute to appreciate Perry Elisabeth's
perfectamundo cover design?  I love it to pieces!

Again, you can purchase it here.   Is this post a shameless plug for my sister's book?  Yes.  Yes, it is.  It is also a review of sorts for a piece of hilarity that I am strongly recommending to you.  I received this book after buying it from Create Space, and I have written an honest review-- the opinions expressed here are my own and have totally not been influenced by any other person, least of all my sister.

Have you seen her, by the way?  She owes me some dark chocolate for... something.


p.s.  Yet Another Period Drama Blog has a brand-new look, courtesy of my sweet Melody!  Hop on over to her blog and tell her how much you admire her header-making skills, yes?

Thursday, December 27, 2012

I dreamed a dream...



In January 2012, I 'met' Les Miserables, the musical.  My first exposure to it came in the form of a trailer on IMDb, an advertisement for the Broadway touring cast.  Why that was on IMDb, I do not know, but I came across it while looking in vain for a movie version of the musical and I watched it all the way through.  Six times.

I was hooked, you see.  Especially that song "Do You Hear the People Sing?"  It played through my head all day after I saw the trailer, and nothing would do but to order the Original Broadway Cast Recording and the concert DVD from the library.  Naive being that I was, I assumed that the 25th Anniversary Concert would be better than the "old one," so I thought I put that edition on hold-- but some library person made a blessed mistake (or else I did) and it was the 10th Anniversary Concert that came instead.  

So I listened to the soundtrack... and then I watched the concert... and if I hadn't been hooked before, I was then.  News of the movie reached my ears soon after, and all year I followed the progress avidly.  I desperately wanted to see the play at some point, but what were the odds of the touring show coming anywhere near me?  Pretty slim.

Until August, that is.  Until August, when I randomly decided to search online and see if the play might be traveling to a near location sometime soon-- doubting that such a thing would happen, of course.  But lo and behold... it was.  "Sometime soon" was January 2013 and a "near location" was Philadelphia (which isn't all that near, haha... and I'm not telling you where I live, by the way) and "insanely excited" was me.

After that, a lot of things happened.  Things such as getting a job (not expressly for the purpose of seeing Les Mis :P), saving up money, purchasing tickets to the show as a Christmas present for my sister, telling friends and swearing them to secrecy, dying to write about it on my blog but knowing I couldn't because my sister reads my blog...

...and, well, it all culminated on Christmas morning when Anne-girl opened a card from me that informed her we were going to see Les Mis.  Live.  On stage.  IN JUST A LITTLE OVER A WEEK.

She burst into tears, by the way.  And I almost did, too.  

And now?  Now we're bouncing around the house singing ONE WEEK MORE! Because on Thursday, January 3rd, almost exactly a year after I was first introduced to one of my favorite stories of all time, my sister and I will see it live on stage in a really-truly theater.

Somebody pinch me, please.

Monday, October 15, 2012

Well, if this doesn't just take the giddy biscuit!

Manic Mother
What ho, my friends! My esteemed sister the Anne-girl has gone against Jeeves' better judgment and has worn a white evening jacket every night this week decided to do a simply splendiferous and may I say inspired thingamajigger.

I've always wanted to go to one of those big writers' conferences-- well, okay, ever since Anne-girl told me of their existence, which was about three months ago.  Relative terms, people, relative terms. But such a thing sounded positively top-notch, and I don't mind saying that I was quite yellow with longing to attend one of them.  (People are green with jealousy--is there any good reason why they should not be yellow with longing?)

But I have no more reason to be yellow or any other color, for on October 22nd (a week from today! ONE MORE WEEK 'TIL REVOLUTION!) there will be a veritable explosion of activity over at Anne-girl's blog, Scribblings of My Pen.  Because Anne-girl is hosting an online writers' conference and I don't think I'm going too far when I say that this kind of news just about takes the giddy biscuit!

There will be inspirational posts on a slew of different writing topics, there will be pep talks from Anne-girl's characters, there will be opportunities to swap your writing with fellow scribblers, there will be question-and-answer sessions with some of your favorite authors in the blogosphere (Anne's taking the questions now, by the way!) and plenty of rip-snorting fun.  Besides which, Anne has forcibly forced kindly invited me to distribute the prizes after the headmistress makes her commencement speech, and though I'm trying to foist the job off on Gussie Fink-Nottle, the end result may be quite entertaining.  So do come.

Oh, and don't forget to stop off here and pick up a button of your own-- let's spread the word, shall we?

Manic Mother
P.S.  To all of you who may think I've been watching too much Jeeves and Wooster lately-- I don't know what you're talking about.   *dances off singing Forty-Seven Ginger-Headed Sailors*

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

The Marianne Dashwood Photo Shoot


A dear bloggy friend who shall remain nameless (she knows who she is...) was recently teasing me about my inability to keep a secret.  We were chatting away on Gmail and the topic of Anne-girl's approaching fifteenth birthday came up.   I could not remember how the friend who shall remain nameless might have known that Anne-girl's birthday was coming close, so I asked and she responded with: "You, being as silent as the grave, of course, mentioned on the blog that you are making a Regency-era dress for her birthday and that you told her so way before her birthday."

This (to quote Mr. Knightley) is true.  But it is also true that I was compelled to tell the dear girl about the dress in order to make sure that it fit.  Because you know, it's a dreadful thing, Sparkler, to make a dress and find it doesn't fit.  Especially if it's a first attempt.  (The practice dress I made out of bedsheets does not count, and only Melody will ever know just how dreadful that one was... let's just say I have now learned which end of the skirt is supposed to go At the Top.)  So Anne-girl was accordingly told about the dress, fittings were held, measurements were taken, and then the sewing machine was whisked out and a great deal of work ensued, accompanied by my beloved Pandora (because I cannot sew without music).

The great day arrived, the dress was duly unwrapped and oohed and ahhed over, and shortly thereafter Anne-girl and I hied ourselves to the backyard with my trusty camera to do a Marianne Dashwood photo shoot.   (I dubbed it a Marianne Dashwood shoot because Anne-girl's hair reminds me of Marianne.  Someone back me up on this.)

Due to privacy concerns and creepers on the Internet and flying purple pirate monsters, we have elected to share only the pictures that do not show Sister Dear's face, as I'm sure you will all understand.  You can scroll to the top of the page for a front view of the dress...


...and here is the back view.


Oh, and at this point I should say that I used Simplicity Patter 4055, dress B, which turned out to be quite simple once I understood the directions and had some help from Melody.  (A friend in need is a friend who flies to her computer and frantically emails her Tween for advice when the placket instructions don't make sense.  A friend indeed is a friend who promptly emails back with minute instructions and is even kind enough to scan a pattern piece into her computer when the friend in need is so silly as to lose piece 17.)


I love how the back is so nice and full for ease of movement.
"But I've BEEN on a walk today!"
"You need another!"


When the photo shoot was over, Anne looked at her hair with the help of a hand mirror and said, "How did you do THAT?"  (She's expert at complex hairstyles.  I do ponytails.)
"Um, I grabbed it and bunched it flat against your head and stuck hairpins in until it stayed up without my hand."
"Yeah... well, it's falling out."

Humph.  It was pretty while it lasted.


The dress pattern does not call for trim on the sleeves, but I felt the black lace added a little flair to them and dressed it up a wee bit.  The sleeves are not intended to be this length, either, but at Melody's suggestion I shortened them from their original wrist-length.  I like them better this way.

"Oh, those Lucases are such artful people indeed. They are all for what they can get!  However, your coming just at this time is the greatest of comforts.  And we are very pleased to hear what you tell us about the latest fashions for long sleeves."
~Mrs. Bennet, P&P95

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Hipy Papy Bthuthdth Thuthda Bthuthdy

Pooh looked on admiringly.
"I'm just saying 'A Happy Birthday,' said Owl carelessly.  
"It's a nice long one," said Pooh, very much impressed by it.
"Well, actually, of course, I'm saying 'A Very Happy Birthday with love from Pooh.'  Naturally it takes a good deal of pencil to say a long thing like that."
"Oh, I see," said Pooh.
~In Which Eeyore Has a Birthday and Gets Two Presents


Today, ladies, is my sister Anne-girl's eighty-first birthday.  It seems like just yesterday we were little girls playing dress-up and cavorting around in the imaginary lands she dreamed up.  It seems like just yesterday we were... oh, you're not even paying attention, are you?  You're still staring at the first sentence in this paragraph and scratching your head.  What on EARTH is bothering--oh, is it the eighty-one thing?  Sorry, I've never been good at math.  Eighty-one or thereabouts, give or take sixty-six years.  Don't quibble about details.


I was two years and five months old when Anne-girl was born, and though I can remember things that happened before the advent of Her Sisterliness, I honestly don't remember what life in general was like without her.  She's the Marianne to my Elinor, the carefree to my cautious, the chocolate to my peanut butter, the Bertie to my Jeeves, the figmentation to my imagination (um... don't ask), the other half of me.

When we were little, it was Anne-girl who orchestrated our pretend games, who created the imaginary countries we'd travel to daily.   She spun adventures, created characters (and acted out most of them), invented political turmoil and intrigue and mysteries, designed elaborate costumes and towed me along with her wherever she went.  Sure, I was queen in name when we went to Jewelbank (the longest-running fantasy land, spanning me-at-nine-and-her-at-six to me-at-twelve-and-her-at-ten) but she was the puppeteer pulling my strings.  And I loved almost every minute of it.

I can hardly remember a time when we didn't play pretend games, but as we got a little older, our ways of entertainment began to vary a bit.  Winter evenings were frequently spent in the basement, lying on our stomachs on the cold cement floor as we crafted a never-ending story with our plastic Disney princess castle and its miniature figurines.  (American Girl paper dolls enjoyed their own flash of fame soon after that, and to this day we still burst into giggles when one of us innocently mentions something about Stirling Howard and a teddy bear.)  Summer evenings flashed by out in the backyard, playing runandhide (yes, it's one word) or abstractedly swinging on our creaky old swingset, watching fireflies and giggling about nothing.


Now that we're older, our tastes have changed.  Obviously.  We still gab, we still giggle, but instead of enacting talent showdowns between Cinderella and Princess Aurora, we challenge each other to writer wars.  American Girl books have been shelved and replaced with Pride and Prejudice and The Scarlet Pimpernel.  Little Bear is a thing of the past-- North and South has taken its place.  Winnie the Pooh, of course, remains the same, because nobody ever outgrows Winnie the Pooh.  (See quote at top of post.)

A decade and a half has passed, and a lot has changed, but it's been for the better.  We're closer now than we've ever been, and that makes me so happy.  Here's to the next fifteen years, sister o' mine.  Please continue.

Anne-girl at age 3 and Amy at age 6

Much love,
your Elinor

P.S.  Turnips care deeply about many things.  Turnips are strongly emotional vegetables.  Never forget that nugget of truth.

Monday, July 2, 2012

In Which I Grace You With My Illustrious Presence

I'd better not tell you how late my sister and I stayed up on Saturday night.  Some of you would probably take it as a matter of course because you stay up that late every night-- others would probably be a little horrified.  (I will say that we went to sleep while it was still Saturday... but only just.  Ahem.)  Technically we were in bed and the lights were out but at the rate we were talking, we may as well have still been up.

Our late-night chats run a gamut of topics, from writing to movie costumes to Jane Austen to writing to getting married to writing to blogging to writing... and did I mention writing?  That, too.  Last night our conversation went something like this.

Anne-girl: And I still think you should do a blog tour.
Amy: Run that by me again.  I still don't understand what it's all about.
Anne-girl:  It's when you go around to a whole bunch of people's blogs to promote your book.  First you post on your blog that you're going to have a blog tour and then if people are interested in hosting you on their blog for an interview or a guest post about your book, they'll comment and say so.  And then either they send you questions about your book for an interview, or they ask you to write a guest post about something writing-related.   And you write up a blurb about yourself and little bit about your book and put it on all the blog tour posts.  Oh, and you have to have a picture, too, but you can use one of Elinor Dashwood so no one will know that you actually have two heads.  {I made up something in that sentence.  Just to see if you were paying attention.}
Amy: That sounds like fun, but I still think it sounds... I don't know... kind of stuck-up to just post on my blog, "Hey, everybody, invite me to be on your blog so I can talk about myself!"  It sounds like showing off.
Anne-girl: Then write it that way.
Amy: Huh?
Anne-girl:  Write a post saying that you've decided to grace the populace with your illustrious presence and have deigned to take a blog tour, and if any of the masses wish to host your royal self on their blogs, they can leave a comment or e-mail you and your secretary will contact them as soon as possible.  And then it will be funny, and you won't have to worry about sounding stuck-up.  Because you WILL sound stuck-up, but everybody will know it was just a joke.  Except that you really do want to do the blog tour.  Make sure people know that part is serious, anyway.
Amy: You're brilliant.

So.  Lay-deez and other lay-deez, Her Royal Highness, Miss Amy Dashwood, has graciously consented to participate in a blog tour in order to promote the work of great literature that she has recently completed.  She was, of course, far too modest to even consider such a thing at first, but her courtiers managed to convince her that it would be an excellent way to acquaint the masses with the story she has written (in other words, free advertising!).  Any peasant who wishes to host Miss Dashwood on her blog may submit a request in triplicate to missdashwood95[at]gmail[dot]com, where it will be put under consideration by Miss Dashwood's personal secretary, Miss Deirdre McSnoot.  If Miss McSnoot decides to grant the peasant's humble request for an interview, she will set up communication between the peasant and Miss Dashwood to discuss when, where and what (that is, the date of the interview/guest post, the blog on which it is to appear, and what the content of the post should be).   It is, of course, understood that any peasant counted worthy of hosting Miss Dashwood during Miss Dashwood's blog tour will be sensible of the great honor conferred upon her and will act accordingly.  One curtsy, however, will be sufficient.  You needn't strain your back.

Miss McSnoot eagerly awaits your requests, as she has very little to do around the office right now except link paper clips together, and she gets rather bored with that.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Anne of Green Gables Week: Kindred Spirit Guest Post


I am extremely pleased to present to you all a guest post written by the most kindred of all my kindred spirits-- my amazing sister the Anne-girl.  Anne and I have known each other for fourteen years now, and I honestly don't know what my life would be without her.  She's hilariously funny, possesses great dramatic flair, is a Shakespeare nut, writes beautifully (go read her blog if you haven't already) and has the best imagination I've ever met.  She's also head-over-heels-in-love with Sir Percy Blakeney (go figure) and is even more of a TSP fan than I am.  Which is saying a lot.
I asked her to write a guest post for Anne week (because you can't have an Anne week without a few words from the Anne-girl herself, right??), and she very generously agreed to do so... without further bleating from me, here you go.

"If a person sorter sees eye to eye with you, and has pretty much the same ideas as you,and the same taste in jokes-why, they belong to the race that knows Joseph."
~Captain Jim, Anne's House of Dreams

The race that knows Joseph. Kindred Spirits. Bosom Friend. Aren't those just deliciously-icious phrases? In the Anne books one finds many and many a kindred spirit. There is Rebecca Dew, Little Elizabeth, Phillipa Gordon, Aunt Jimsie, Mathew, Gilbert, Captain Jim, Miss Cornelia, and Leslie Moore. 

All of these belong to the race that knows Joseph. Anne loves them all and they all love Anne. But I have in mind a certain character who on the surface does not belong to the race that knows Joseph. Who does not appear a kindred spirit.

I speak of Diana Barry. I mean seriously, who would have thought that clever imaginative Anne would love practical not so clever Diana?  And yet they are the most loyal friends you would ever hope to find.
Oh Anne! We thought you were drowned! And Ruby's
 having hysterics., and..oh Anne!
 
 ANNE: Your mother hasn't relented?
DIANA: I told her it wasn't your fault, and I cried and cried, but it's no use, Anne. We can't ever be friends again.
ANNE: Diana, will you promise never to forget me, no matter what other friends come into your life?
DIANA: I could never love anyone as much as I love you, Anne.
ANNE: Do you really love me?
DIANA: Of course I do.
ANNE: Nobody's ever loved me for as long as I can remember, except for Matthew and Marilla. Will you swear to be my secret bosom friend?
DIANA: But isn't it wicked to swear? We're in enough trouble already.
ANNE: Not when you're swearing a vow.  I solemnly swear to remain faithful to my bosom friend, Diana Barry, for as long as the sun and the moon shall endure. Now you say it.
DIANA: I solemnly swear to remain faithful to my bosom friend, Anne Shirley, for as long as the sun and the moon--
ANNE: Shall endure.
DIANA: Shall endure. And as long as my mother doesn't find out.
ANNE: Oh, she mustn't.
DIANA: I have to get back; she'll be suspicious.
ANNE: Wilt thou give me a lock of thy jet black tresses?
DIANA: But I don't have any black dresses.
ANNE: Your hair.
DIANA: Alright. I have to go.
ANNE: Farewell, my beloved friend.  Henceforth we must be strangers living side by side, but my heart will be ever faithful to thee.

What inspired that kind of loyalty? As far as I can see in the books at least Diana never made an amusing or intelligent remark in her life you're overdoing it Anne. Er, Diana is just not the brightest light bulb ever. 
It is a little different in the movie. Diana is much more interesting in the movie. 

Josie Pye: Hey, Anne, how do you spell freckle? 
Diana Barry: Hey, Josie, how do you spell ugly? 
 

See? OK maybe that wasn't the sweetest remark in the world or the most brilliant retort but it brings me to my next observation. Or remark or question if you want to be technical.

Diana Barry is the most loyal girl in the world. Even when Anne gets all the attention, all the praise, and Gilbert sorry but I had to stick that in somewhere, Diana is never jealous. Never. She always supports Anne builds her up never criticizes her.
Is this why Diana is such a good friend? Because she is so loyal? Does Anne love her because she can never do wrong in Diana's eyes?  I hope not. That would like totally ruin my image of Anne, making her extremely self centered. And besides, Diana is loyal because Anne is her friend not the other way around.

So what is it?

I don't know. 

Yup that's what I said. I don't know. I have no clue why Anne and Diana love each other so fiercely from the beginning. All I know is that they do.

Now before I go any further let me say that I do not believe in love at first sight. I do not think that dancing dreamily with a cute guy once and exchanging three words with him (see Cinderella) is a good basis for a happy marriage. However I do believe in kindred spirits at first sight.  For some reason unknown to us certain people belong together. And when they see each other (or read each other's blog posts) something happens. 
And I'm not talking about this.

Sorry but I couldn't help it. Hey at least I haven't mentioned Sir Percy yet! Give me some credit. OK back off the rabbit trail to the main road. 

Anne met Diana and knew that they were destined to be friends. 

And friends they became. Their friendship lasted. Through a separation. Through a jump on a bed. Through a wedding. And through a haunted wood.

 
The End


Friday, December 23, 2011

My Sister's Blog!

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I am quite excited to tell you that my esteemed patroness--er, sister-- the Anne-girl has given me permission to link to her blog, Scribblings of my Pen.  She started this blog just a couple of months ago and is using it to write all about her writing. :) There, you can read excerpts from her NaNoWriMo novel and short stories she's written.  You have seen samples of her poetry, now you may read some more of her writing!  I am quite proud of her, in case you couldn't tell. :)

One thing I must add: Anne's blog is private, so in order to view it you must be invited.  In order to be invited, leave me a comment here with your e-mail address and I will make sure you get an invitation.  (If you don't wish your e-mail address to be published, just let me know and I won't publish the comment.)  If you know I already have your e-mail, just say you want an invitation and I will make sure you get one.

One thing more: I suggest you get this piano tuned.  (Sorry.  I've seen Mary Poppins too many times.)  I meant to say that since Scribblings of my Pen is private, you will not receive updates from it on your Dashboard.  Blogger is quirky that way, and private blogs don't have feeds that connect to your Dashboard (not sure how that works).  Anyway, in order to see new posts, you'll have to keep coming back to check Scribblings.  Sorry for any inconvenience!

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

A Birthday Ode

To celebrate Jane Austen's birthday, my clever sister the Anne-girl (author of "Ode to the Key of F-Major") has kindly agreed to write a Birthday Ode for Jane Austen.  

A Birthday Ode
~by the Anne-girl

A birthday! How to celebrate
This most illustrious day?
We'll bring your people forward
And let them have their say.

Lizzy first
we all agree
Should be the one
to wish you glee

No, no!
"Glee" is not the word
For that with tears
your Fanny heard

Joy then,
On this your special day
We present you with:
A fond bouquet

Not hothouse flowers
Perish that!
Wild-picked these are
We saw to that.

For Marianne
Would not condone
A bunch that was
Picked at the home

Instead we must
Beside the road
Gather roses
And compose an ode.

Our fondest wishes
We do extend.
With Mr. Woodhouse
We intend,

To give to you
A gift so good
A bowl of gruel
To be your food

Our sweet Caroline
sends her regards
And Mr. Hurst
Will deal your cards

Dear Anne Elliot,
Wishes you much pleasure.
Her sister would,
But she's under the weather.

A parcel comes
from Henry T.
It's "Horrid Mysteries"
As you see.

We Janeites have
With help from others
Given you gifts
And sent you flowers

Your work we admire
Yourself we adore
And we think Mr. Collins
A total bore.

Happy Birthday and much admiration
Your fans,
The Janeites