Happy Merry to all my friends out in LJ land! As you can see, Corb dressed Rrramalita up for the holidays...I hope that everyone that I've had the good fortune to meet and get to know...all those who have shared their stories this past year...I hope you all are having a wonderful holiday season, and are enjoying this time of the year as much as Corb and I are. Have a drink on me, wouldja? Preferably a martini.
By the way, I read the title of the new Harry Potter book yesterday. I think I'm going to reserve coment, and see if it grows on me.
Ghost of Christmases Past For the past year Corb has been insisting that our apartment is haunted by an old man, whom he has seen in our little bedroom (where we sleep) on several occasions. I've actually never seen the guy--until now.
After Corb left this morning, for work, I was sleeping in bed, when suddenly I felt a whoosh, and opened my eyes--and saw a tall shadow quickly making its way to the curtains. He disappeared after a second, after I let out a cry. But the funny thing is, I didn't really feel scared. I'm not sure why he chose to present himself to me now, although the cats keeping going into that room and looking around. Weird.
Ghosts of Christmases Present Well, I finished my project yesterday. The final title is Pieces of Moonfall: Fifteen Fragments , and I'm pleased with the end result. What I really like about the project is the rhythm of the piece, and also, the themes that I've woven into it, which continue and build into a satisfying climax. I really consider it more than simply a Christmas gift, but the first work that I've fashioned from my past five years of posting LJ stories. The primary focus involves family, of course, but the fragments really touch upon mortality and loss (particularly the loss of my grandmother), as well as the seasons of renewal that we all experience in our lives.
It was great fun reading through these past five years, and discovering that the pieces of my life have actually made some sort of sense, when you look at things over the long haul. Certain stories, such a "Passenger cars and Paintings" or "Moths," are fine reads, I think, on their own...but when you place them in sequence, they suddenly take on a whole new coherence (especially when they've actually been edited. Man! Now I know why typing at one in the morning is so dangerous!)
I've posted the first three fragments (they're all saved under "Project Moonfall"), but if you want to read the whole story, just send me a reply...I'd be happy to share the piece with you. I think it's a darn good read.
Okay! Time to take a shower. There's now a weird scratching noise in the wall in font of my computer...I think that someone's up in the attic, but I suppose you never know...