Saturday, April 27, 2013

Save-a-Word Saturday

Welcome to Save-a-Word Saturday!
 
We want to spread our love of old and unusual words by sharing them with other bloggers and thereby saving these precious, wonderful, whirling words from the dusty, lonely corners of the oldest, least-visited vaults of the Word Bank.
 
save-a-word-saturday
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The rules run thusly:

1. Create a lovely blog post that links back to this one. The easiest way to do that would be to grab the code under our pretty Save-a-Word Saturday button. Just copy and paste it into the HTML part of your blog.

2. Pick an old word you want to save from extinction to feature in your blog post. It really must be an old word, not just a big one. We are trying to save lovely archaisms, not ugly giants (for example, "Dihydrogen Monoxide" is not an acceptable choice). Luciferous Logolepsy is a great database of lovely words if you're having trouble coming up with something on your own.

3. Provide a definition of your word. Use your word in a sentence (or even a short paragraph) vaguely related to the theme we have chosen this week. You may also add visual or musical interpretations of your word or your sentence. In fact, add anything that moves your creative spirit.

4. Add your post to the linky list below (it's down there somewhere). Then hop to as many other blogs as you can in search of as many wonderful words as possible!

5. Use as many of the words as you can on the people in your life. Do leave us a note or add something to your own post to let us all know what wonderful old word you whipped out to befuddle your friends and relations.



This week's theme is:
Kangaroos
Our word this week is: 
expunge, verb
to strike out, blot out, erase, omit (also can mean to annihilate, destroy, or simply remove)

And our sentences... 

        "No one needs to read a fifty-page excursus on marsupials," said his editor, glaring over his highly-polished glasses.  "I recommend, for instance, that you expunge the entire section on kangaroos.  In a dissertation on St. Bartlemere's Cat Sanctuary, I simply do not see where that information has a place."

Next week's theme is... Ear-lobes. 
 
Just one more note, if you could please try to make sure that your LinkyList Link links to your Save-a-Word Saturday post and not just to your entire blog we would appreciate it. It makes it a little harder to put the words into the word horde when we have to go through your archives to find them. Thanks!

Friday, April 26, 2013

For Death and Glory . . .


These are the books Susan and I need to collectively finish reading by the end of the semester.

That's in . . . five days.


books stack huge
Pity Susan.
Mine is the little pile in the middle.


Then, just for fun and chuckles, we added our roommate's books.


books stack enormous
This is what doom looks like.


Wish us luck. Or magical speed reading abilities. Or time-turners. Whichever you prefer.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Bleed

anglo-saxon helmet armor
My big activity this evening is starting the very last of my papers for this semester. Except I've already started it. Weeks ago, in fact. I've been planning and reading sources and actively procrastinating for a really long time.

I know. I live such an exciting life, but, as I keep reminding myself, there will be other nights for watching Jane Austen flix. Today, it's just me and Beowulf.   

Except . . .

 
 
Except, Beowulf isn't speaking to me like it normally does.

And it hasn't been. There's a reason I haven't started before today.

I'm sitting in my room in a literal barricade of my sources and I don't have any idea what I want to say.

Honor? Gift giving? Virtue? Heroism? Oral tradition? How do those connect? How do I make them connect?

Beowulf is . . . It is . . . uh . . .

He is . . .

And then I see him again, the way I saw him the first time I read Beowulf in High School. A quick, writer's image that came in a flash and never left.

A man stands by the edge of a grey lake that boils at his feet. The monsters' lake. He is tall, broad shouldered, wearing a grey cloak that almost sweeps the ground. A shining bronze--or is it gold?--helmet obscures his face. There is blood on the shore and blood on the man's boots.

He heaves a sigh and then removes his helmet and sets it on the damp earth by his feet. I can see now that his hair is blond, nearly white in it's lightness, and hangs loose about his shoulders. He raises his gauntleted hands to the ties at his throat and the thick cloak falls away revealing a shining coat of mail, like golden fish scales.

He looks up at me.

His eyes are as grey as the sky behind him, as grey as the lake, and they are full of . . . something between fear and resignation. He knows he may very well meet his death at the bottom of that lake, but whatever unfolds, living or dying, it is God's will. And he has traveled too far to turn back now.

And suddenly I remember why I wanted to write about this topic in the first place, why I find it so vitally important.

I still don't have a thesis, but I can't scrap all the research I've done. I can't take my sources back to the library tonight and check at six new ones on Chaucer. In other words, I've come too far to turn back now.

Sometimes surrender is the answer. Sometimes there is no choice but to pack it in. Sometimes manuscripts need to be burned and theses need to be scrapped.

But sometimes, when there is heart in the work, when it is something you love, it's worth it to bleed a little and keep working when you've almost lost hope of succeeding.

So here's me,

bleeding for love of Beowulf.


Monday, April 22, 2013

The Swan Prince: Cover Reveal

I'm sitting in the bottom floor of the library (also affectionately known as 'Hell') trying to write a paper, so, of course, I'm writing a blog post instead.

But this is an important blog post, because . . .

Danielle E. Shipley of Ever On Word, one of our wonderful, hilarious, awesomely cool Save-a-Word Saturday participants, recently made the decision to self-publish her first book!

If you've been participating in our meme or just clicked on a link or two in the LinkyList one fine Saturday, you can't help but know how funny and talented she is. I don't think I'm going to be able to wait quietly 'till the release date.

So, without further ado, may we present . . .

 
Catching her leg in a bear trap proves the least of Sula’s worries.
Haunted by an enchanted monster
from a past she dare not reveal, and hounded by
the perilously perceptive young village doctor, Villem Deere,
the headstrong girl of the woods gambles with fate
by binding hers to that of Sigmund, the captivating orphan boy
with mysterious nightly business of his own.
The Swan Prince
Book One of The Wilderhark Tales
<> ~ <> ~ <>
An enchantress’s curse turns a spoiled royal into a beast;
A princess’s pricked finger places her under a hundred-year spell;
Bales of straw are spun as golden as the singing harp
whisked down a giant beanstalk –
all within sight of Wilderhark, the forest that’s seen it all.
You’ve heard the stories –
of young men scaling rope-like braids to assist
the tower-bound damsel; of gorgeous gowns
appearing just in time for a midnight ball;
of frog princes, and swan princes,
and princes saved from drowning by maidens of the sea.
Tales of magic. Tales of adventure. Most of all, tales of true love.
Once upon a time, you knew them as fairytales.
Know them now as Wilderhark’s.
 
The release date is May 31st and it will be available both in paperback and as an e-book. BUT, if you're as excited as I am, you can add it to your "Want to Read" list on Goodreads right now!
 
Now it's confession time.
 
Not only am I excited because The Swan Prince looks AWESOME, but because I know what this book is a forerunner of.
 
If you follow Danielle or follow Save-a-Word Saturday, you've no doubt gotten to know the charming Allyn-a-Dale and his merry (and side-splittingly funny) companions. And while I'm thrilled for The Swan Prince and the other Wilderhark Tales, part of my joy is because I know The Ballad of Allyn-a-Dale will follow after.
 
Congratulations, Danielle! We can't wait for May 31st!
 


Saturday, April 20, 2013

Save-a-Word Saturday

Welcome to Save-a-Word Saturday!
 
We want to spread our love of old and unusual words by sharing them with other bloggers and thereby saving these precious, wonderful, whirling words from the dusty, lonely corners of the oldest, least-visited vaults of the Word Bank.
 
save-a-word-saturday
<a href="http://www.thefeatherandtherose.blogspot.com" target="_self"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UO138NOoX4/UItIxhKJwmI/AAAAAAAAArM/LBMYc_tVWdk/s800/sawmeme.jpg" alt="Save-a-Word Saturday" width="251" height="251" /></a>


The rules run thusly:

1. Create a lovely blog post that links back to this one. The easiest way to do that would be to grab the code under our pretty Save-a-Word Saturday button. Just copy and paste it into the HTML part of your blog.

2. Pick an old word you want to save from extinction to feature in your blog post. It really must be an old word, not just a big one. We are trying to save lovely archaisms, not ugly giants (for example, "Dihydrogen Monoxide" is not an acceptable choice). Luciferous Logolepsy is a great database of lovely words if you're having trouble coming up with something on your own.

3. Provide a definition of your word. Use your word in a sentence (or even a short paragraph) vaguely related to the theme we have chosen this week. You may also add visual or musical interpretations of your word or your sentence. In fact, add anything that moves your creative spirit.

4. Add your post to the linky list below (it's down there somewhere). Then hop to as many other blogs as you can in search of as many wonderful words as possible!

5. Use as many of the words as you can on the people in your life. Do leave us a note or add something to your own post to let us all know what wonderful old word you whipped out to befuddle your friends and relations.



This week's theme is:
Weddings
 
 
Our word is:
 
fnorte, verb
snore, snort
 
This comes from "The Man of Law's Tale" in The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer
 
Now, to combine weddings and fnorte-ing . . .
 
"Maria," her mother said. "Wake your father before the wedding begins. He's asleep in the library . . . and he fnorteth."

Next week's theme is: Kangaroos

Just one more note, if you could please try to make sure that your LinkyList Link links to your Save-a-Word Saturday post and not just to your entire blog we would appreciate it. It makes it a little harder to put the words into the word horde when we have to go through your archives to find them. Thanks!

Monday, April 15, 2013

Deep Thoughts with Dove Chocolate

So Dove came out with a new cookies and cream flavor recently--they're really yummy. 



And, as usual, they have inspirational phrases written on the inside of the wrappers that may or may not have any connection to the reality of your life.  I've been getting ones that say this: 

"Happiness never decreases by being shared."  

One of my friends, upon hearing that statement, immediately said, "It depends."  She definitely thought there were times when sharing your joy with someone didn't make the happiness meter go up for everyone or even anyone involved.  

I wasn't so sure, but then I remembered:  There have been times when I have had exciting experiences as a writer, been very HAPPY, told someone about it, and then only felt awkward because they didn't really understand, or reacted in a way I didn't expect them to--say, by implying that my expectations were too high or that I was working myself too hard. 

Does anyone get what I'm talking about here?  Have you ever tried to explain a moment of writer joy (or any kind of joy) with someone, and then wished you had kept it to yourself? 

Maybe it's just me...

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Save-a-Word Saturday

Welcome to Save-a-Word Saturday!
 
We want to spread our love of old and unusual words by sharing them with other bloggers and thereby saving these precious, wonderful, whirling words from the dusty, lonely corners of the oldest, least-visited vaults of the Word Bank.
 
save-a-word-saturday
<a href="http://www.thefeatherandtherose.blogspot.com" target="_self"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UO138NOoX4/UItIxhKJwmI/AAAAAAAAArM/LBMYc_tVWdk/s800/sawmeme.jpg" alt="Save-a-Word Saturday" width="251" height="251" /></a>


The rules run thusly:

1. Create a lovely blog post that links back to this one. The easiest way to do that would be to grab the code under our pretty Save-a-Word Saturday button. Just copy and paste it into the HTML part of your blog.

2. Pick an old word you want to save from extinction to feature in your blog post. It really must be an old word, not just a big one. We are trying to save lovely archaisms, not ugly giants (for example, "Dihydrogen Monoxide" is not an acceptable choice). Luciferous Logolepsy is a great database of lovely words if you're having trouble coming up with something on your own.

3. Provide a definition of your word. Use your word in a sentence (or even a short paragraph) vaguely related to the theme we have chosen this week. You may also add visual or musical interpretations of your word or your sentence. In fact, add anything that moves your creative spirit.

4. Add your post to the linky list below (it's down there somewhere). Then hop to as many other blogs as you can in search of as many wonderful words as possible!

5. Use as many of the words as you can on the people in your life. Do leave us a note or add something to your own post to let us all know what wonderful old word you whipped out to befuddle your friends and relations.



This week's theme is:
Lace Socks

Our word this week is:
 
Snuddle, v.
to defile; to dirty

She stood by the door and shivered while he went to get her a sweater.  Wiggling her near-frozen toes, she could feel the stone threshold through her thin, lacy, once-white socks.  She's snuddled them quite thoroughly as she jumped through those mud puddles.

Next week's theme is Weddings.  Because I'm listening to/watching this, and it's beautiful.

Just one more note, if you could please try to make sure that your LinkyList Link links to your Save-a-Word Saturday post and not just to your entire blog we would appreciate it. It makes it a little harder to put the words into the word horde when we have to go through your archives to find them. Thanks!

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Welcome Home

I know we kind of disappeared for a while, but as is usually true when Susan and I seem to drop off the face of the earth, we went on break and then were swamped by papers and exams and all manner of insanity. We're back now. Sort of.

The break was lovely, but now there's just so much STUFF I have to DO that sometimes I have to remind myself to keep breathing so I don't pass out in public.

My desk, my lovely, lovely desk, which some of you may remember my parents gave me in February, was as I hoped it would be and miracle of miracles . . . It fits!!!!! I've never owned a desk that fit me before. And it has drawers and cubbies and sqeeeeeeee!

I'm so glad we have our house back, even if it does come with its . . . quirks.

For example, on the first morning I was back I woke up really, really early* and, after ogling my desk for a while, went out into our glorious kitchen to make myself a cup of tea and read the Victorian Trading Co. catalogue while I waited for my family to wake up and decide they needed to take me out to breakfast.

I was sipping my tea and deciding whether I really needed a lace ruffled bathrobe with roses on it, when I looked up out of the big window in our dining room and across to the hut--where we were for Thanksgiving and Christmas--and saw. . .a cow snuffling our neighbor's cars.

I blinked.

Then I realized that the reason the creature looked strangely familiar was because it was our** cow.

Oh.

The cow put out its tongue and slurped a headlight.


tongue cow horns teeth
This is not our cow, but you get the idea.

I woke my parents, then went back into the kitchen just to make sure that I wasn't imagining things. Nope. There was our cow happily munching the neighbor's potted plants. My groggy family stumbled out into the living room just in time to witness the second cow come around the corner of the hut and take a big bite out of the ugly bush on the other side of the woman's stairs.

It took all of us and two neighbors*** to get the cows back into a pasture with fences around it.

Welcome home.

I could turn this into a writing analogy, but I'm not sure you or I want to see what that would look like, so I'll spare you.







* Jet lag. It's a blast.
** At least, one half of it's total body weight is ours.
*** running around in our pajamas and slippers in the knee high grass

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Giveaway Winner. . .Finally

I know it's been a long time, so long in fact that you guys have probably FORGOTTEN that we ever had a giveaway. Just kidding, I know you've thought of nothing else.

And our lucky winner is : Imane Ridouh of The Cherry On Top 

Congrats, Imane!

You may remember this giveaway was a little special. Instead of telling you what the prize was we gave you choice of "Pretty" or "Funny."

Imane chose "Pretty" and is receiving this lovely journal.

safavid hardcover journal



But just to satisfy any lingering curiosity, the "Funny" prize was this truly wonderful Princess Bride mug:

princess bride mug
I think I might have
to get myself one of these.
Because. . .twoo wuv!

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Save-a-Word Saturday

Welcome to Save-a-Word Saturday!
 
We want to spread our love of old and unusual words by sharing them with other bloggers and thereby saving these precious, wonderful, whirling words from the dusty, lonely corners of the oldest, least-visited vaults of the Word Bank.
 
save-a-word-saturday
<a href="http://www.thefeatherandtherose.blogspot.com" target="_self"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UO138NOoX4/UItIxhKJwmI/AAAAAAAAArM/LBMYc_tVWdk/s800/sawmeme.jpg" alt="Save-a-Word Saturday" width="251" height="251" /></a>


The rules run thusly:

1. Create a lovely blog post that links back to this one. The easiest way to do that would be to grab the code under our pretty Save-a-Word Saturday button. Just copy and paste it into the HTML part of your blog.

2. Pick an old word you want to save from extinction to feature in your blog post. It really must be an old word, not just a big one. We are trying to save lovely archaisms, not ugly giants (for example, "Dihydrogen Monoxide" is not an acceptable choice). Luciferous Logolepsy is a great database of lovely words if you're having trouble coming up with something on your own.

3. Provide a definition of your word. Use your word in a sentence (or even a short paragraph) vaguely related to the theme we have chosen this week. You may also add visual or musical interpretations of your word or your sentence. In fact, add anything that moves your creative spirit.

4. Add your post to the linky list below (it's down there somewhere). Then hop to as many other blogs as you can in search of as many wonderful words as possible!

5. Use as many of the words as you can on the people in your life. Do leave us a note or add something to your own post to let us all know what wonderful old word you whipped out to befuddle your friends and relations.


This week's theme is:
Footsteps
 
Our word is:
 
Fanfaronade, n.
empty boasting or swaggering
 
     The footsteps stopped just behind him. Henry turned away from his attentive friends and found a dark haired woman dressed in elegant purple silk standing behind him with her arms crossed. "Yes, Mother?"
     "Henry," she said. "Stop your fanfaronade this instant. Everyone knows you can't out ride Albert. They're just too afraid you'll give them one of your blistering set-downs to tell you so."
     Henry gritted his teeth. "Apparently the thought didn't stop you."
     The woman laughed. "I'm your mother. You can't say anything truly horrible to me. You know that if you become too annoying, I'll just tell your father to leave all his money to St. Bartlemere's Cat Sanctuary instead of to you."
 
Next week's theme: Lace Socks
 


Friday, April 5, 2013

Follow Friday

Feature and Follow is a blog hop hosted by Parajunkee & Alison Can Read. The purpose is to meet new people and gain more followers in the book blogging community




Q: Have you ever read a book that you thought you would hate -- ? Did you end up hating it? Did you end up loving it? Or would you never do that?  


A: I can't remember having done this in the recent past.  I tend to be pretty unforgiving when it comes to not finishing books that don't grab me, so odds are if I start a book with a prejudice and it doesn't change my mind quickly, I'm not going to get anywhere. 

That said, I read books for school all the time that make me groan when I see the cover.  Just yesterday I was slogging through Tacitus' history of Rome--and while it was long and a bit miserable, some parts were inspiring, exciting (the battle narratives!), and even funny.  Who knew? 

 ~~~

Happy Friday, everyone!  If you're new to our blog, please leave a link so we can follow back!  If you enjoy blog hops, you may also want to check out Save-a-Word Saturday, a weekly meme for lovers of old and unusual words!