September 3rd, 2010 by erin
preamble to an unwritten fairy tale
She buys the rose from a traveling merchant selling all manner of wares, likely plundered from pirates or stolen from other more reputable merchants. A twitchy sort of man, glancing nervously over his shoulders and ready to pack up his cart at any moment.
Normally, she would not do business with such a seller, but the rose itself is irresistible.
Not a real rose. A contraption of softest fabric and gears that blooms with a twirl of the hand and closes back in on itself with another twirl, moving from bud to blossom and back again.
But its scent is that of a perfect, garden-fresh rose, real and rich and deep.
She spends her last coins on it, though it is a foolish, unnecessary purchase.
She twirls it as she walks, smiling as the petals close and unfurl.
Not yet knowing that the rose’s proper owner wants it back, and has the means to track it down.
Eventually, there will be a love story, but that is a tale for another time.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.
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September 1st, 2010 by erin
I am out of Revisionland for the moment. Beyond Revisionland looks an awful lot like Revisionland, but Septembery.
I spent most of last week finishing & polishing & re-polishing. I’ve lost all perspective, which is usually a sign that I need to stop looking at it for awhile, so it’s gone off to Agentland.
I spent all day yesterday reading Mockingjay. I’m very conflicted about it, and I suspect I’ll be processing my thoughts on it for a good long while. I mostly enjoyed it while I was reading but I just didn’t love it the way I loved The Hunger Games & Catching Fire. I think part of it is the scope. While HG & CF had a lovely, intimate immediacy to the circumstances, Mockingjay is much more vast, and I’m not sure how well it wears it.
Also, during Revisionland internet hiatus, I got my albino squirrel from Sleepy King.
Because, well, I needed an albino squirrel.
Squirrel photo taken with my new camera lens that just came in the mail today. I’ve been meaning to take more photos & I always get good Salem shots in the autumn, so I figured I’d invest in a new lens. It’s a Canon 50mm f/1.8 II and no, I totally don’t know what it means other than it does that fuzzy background thing I love, and from a few minutes of playing around with it, it takes gorgeous photos of kittens.
This may be the first time I’ve ever caught the Tessa yell on camera.
Still getting used to it, but so far I kind of love it. A few more shots of Tess are over on my oft-neglected Flickr photostream.
In other news, summer decided to have a last hurrah so it is far too hot, and I kind of don’t know what to do with myself now that I’m out of Revisionland. Maybe I’ll take more photos of kittens. Or peek at one of those WIPs that I’ve been neglecting. Or knit. Or something.
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August 27th, 2010 by erin
technicolor enlightenment
We always drive without a destination. Destinations are overrated.
The most interesting places are never found on purpose.
Or they don’t seem interesting unless they’re unexpected.
Decaying mini-golf courses. Laundromats. 24-hour diners that consent to grilling bagels.
Mundanities in daytime made mystical by moonlight and neon.
As we search for technicolor enlightenment at 3am.
Wondering if we’ll remember it in the morning should we find it.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.
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August 23rd, 2010 by erin
The end of Revisionland is in sight. There’s something bright up ahead that looks like September, maybe. I can’t tell.
Taking a mini internet hiatus for the week in an attempt to finish this thing. Still checking e-mail. Will be back on Friday.
We’re working hard around here.
Especially Tessa.
Hope y’all have lovely weeks!
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August 20th, 2010 by erin
maxfield parrish sky
She asked me if you could take the train to heaven, because that’s where it looked like the tracks were going. Disappearing into the horizon below a Maxfield Parrish sky.
When I was her age, I thought you could reach the sky if you walked far enough.
That somewhere there was an edge to step off, into the clouds.
I think I tried, once or twice, walking until I was too tired or bored to continue.
Those Maxfield Parrish skies were always the most tempting, the ones that caught the light just right so they looked like so much more than clouds and sky and sun.
No, I told her. The train stays on the tracks.
How do you get to heaven, then? she asked, staring at the clouds.
I didn’t know what to say.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.
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August 19th, 2010 by erin
We have this long blank wall in the hallway.
From time to time I thought of putting decals on it or something, but it seemed like too much effort for a space we only ever spend seconds at a time passing through.
Then we found this set of skeleton keys, and it seemed a good place for them.
They make me inexplicably happy when I walk down the hallway now. But I have a thing for keys.
In other news, I’ve finally reached the end of my first pass revision-wise. I still have a long list of beta notes and adjustments to make, with more to come, but the major changes are done so the rest should ideally be minor things and polishing.
The full draft will be finished by the end of the month. Summer in the Revisionland Hotel has been interesting, to say the least.
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August 16th, 2010 by erin
Tessa & a Rather Small USPS Priority Mail Box
a love story in photos
She’s been in there practically nonstop for a week.
She’s never going to let me recycle that box.
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August 13th, 2010 by erin
tiny cathedrals
I will build tiny cathedrals in your name.
Constructing each by hand to be certain that their foundations are sound.
Time may weather them.
It will not matter.
If one falls, I will build another to replace it.
And another and another and another.
At night, I will illuminate them so they may shine like beacons in the darkness.
I shall write you hymns and sing your praises to the leaves, so they can remember.
And carry the thought of you within their veins.
They will spread like gospel when the autumn winds come.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.
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August 12th, 2010 by erin
I am so deep in Revisionland it’s absurd. I am attempting to finish this draft by the end of the month, which is reasonable, but means the rest of the month is going to be very busy.
Like, I might not read Mockingjay until a week after it comes out busy. I know.
So in lieu of actual blog content this week, here is a photograph of a pomegranate.
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August 6th, 2010 by erin
mightier than the sword
There is a movement happening, a quiet one.
A low-profile, low-resolution revolution.
Comprised of writers and dreamers, of guerrilla artists and thought-ninjas.
Those with something to say.
They communicate through text inscribed on true public spaces, rather than blogs and forums.
Choosing fewer words, even without being bound by 140 character limits.
Using ink instead of pixels.
Sending messages in living, breathing space.
Pens scream louder into the void.
Even if permanent ink is not aptly named.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.
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