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I like and follow from @thewatercolours. The stories are true: âThe glory of God is a man fully alive, and the life of man is the vision of God.â - St Irenaeus
You may have seen me post about something called The Blackberry Bushes. That's my WIP. Though that title has become less relevant to the actual stories as the stories and characters have evolved over the last twenty or so years, it's stuck around. So what are these stories actually about?
In a fictional world reminiscent of Europe around the turn of the twentieth century, we follow the lives and adventures of seven young protagonists:
Rachel Doncath, nervous wreck who's never had a solid sense of home or friends thanks to growing up in a military family
Rietta Valencourt, teenage queen of a major nation, kept in isolation by her adamantly protective mother until she reaches her majority
Delclis Phemister, socially awkward botany nerd who would prefer to ignore the fact that he technically has a claim to his country's throne through the father he never met
Elystan Liddick, Delclis's half-brother, annoying little jerk, and the current heir to the throne--if he can survive to grow up
Amarantha Melbray, daughter of Elystan's nurse, dedicated aspiring artist, too serious for her own good, and deeply resentful of the boy who has monopolized her mother her entire life
Josiah Callon, elder son and heir of an ambitious and image-conscious king, raised to embody perfection and is obnoxiously good at it--until he isn't
Tamett LĂĽsrygg (Lockridge), paid companion to the crown prince (Josiah) of a nation that long ago conquered his, might not be able to keep up the facade of dutiful compliance much longer
As much as I love researching this mostly historically-based world, the characters are the centerpiece of the stories--their growth, their relationships. These are stories about isolation and longing for connection, about family dynamics--good, bad, and complicated, about the tension between responsibility/expectations and personal inclinations, about how people are often more than our assumptions make them out to be. I try to present characters' flaws honestly (and some of them are very flawed) while also making them understandable and human.
The tone I'm going for is something that hopefully feels a lot like classic children's stories you might have read growing up.
If this is something you're interested in, here's where you can find what I've posted. None of the intended novels are anywhere near complete, but there are sample chapters and a lot of short stories.
Book 1:Â A chance foray through a door on the other side of the blackberry bushes in her grandparentsâ garden leads Rachel Doncath to meet Rietta, the young queen of Faysmond. As they gradually befriend each other, the differences between the girls create complications that get more out of hand as Rachel gets caught up in the conflicts of Riettaâs life, including dealing with a regency council that is determined to remove Riettaâs mother from the picture and control Rietta further as she nears her majority, while events unfold in the neighboring nation of Corege that unexpectedly leave fourteen-year-old Delclis king.
Chapter One
Chapter Two (potentially subject to revision)
Excerpt from much later: The Boy with the Botanical Box
Book 2:Â About a year later. Prince Elystan of Corege has ruined Amarantha Melbrayâs life. Not only does he monopolize her mother (his nurse), but he also provokes Amarantha to an act that destroys her chances to convince his mother to restore her art school scholarship. But when an unexpected calamity traps Amarantha and Elystan in the same residence, they must work together to unravel the mysteries around them. That is, if they can trust each other. Or anyone else.
Revised Chapter One
Revised Chapter Two
Revised Chapter Three
Revised Chapter Four
Revised Chapter Five
Revised Chapter Six
Book 3:Â About a year later. Tamett LĂĽsrygg thinks he's finally got the chance to get out of his much-loathed job as companion to the self-important Prince Josiah. Instead, he ends up not only making Josiah hate him more than ever but also getting shipped out to Corege to accompany him to boarding school--and to spy on him. There, he meets Elystan, former prince with a massive grudge against his remaining family, and shenanigans ensue.
The present chapters are experimental and subject to future change.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
A Christmas Chapter (Tamettâs POV)
A Christmas Chapter (Josiahâs POV)
A Christmas Chapter (Elystanâs POV)
A Christmas Chapter (Herrich BĂśllingfurt's POV)
Book 4: About a year later. Delclisâs story. Otherwise, who even knows.
Pre-Book 1 short stories:
Constellation of Six (six-year-old Josiah's relationship with his family)
Prequel scene for Book 2 (Amarantha meets Elystan)
Seeing the Elephant (dynamic between ten-year-old Delclis and his stepfather)
A Building Project (eleven-year-old Delclis and seven-year-old Elystan build a blanket fort)
The Other Side of the Door (tension between thirteen-year-old Rietta and the daughter of the head of her regency council)
In a Nutshell (Elystan sneaks into a Halloween party he wasn't invited to and has a talk with Delclis)
Book 1 short stories:
Horrid Old Beautiful Ruin (Rietta and her mother vs. the Regency Council)
Over the Boundary Wall (Rietta, shortly after Book 1 Chapter One)
Book 1 Chapter One from Rietta's POV
Venturing In (Rietta and Rachel bonding, at some point in Book 1)
Book 2 short stories:
Early Morning Tea (tension between Amarantha and her mother, after Book 2 Chapter One)
Picnic in the Clock Tower (Amarantha and Elystan later in Book 2)
Book 3 short stories:
The Breakfast Room (Delclis and his mother struggle to connect)
Elystan's Infamous Lamplight Letter
A Visit from the Murderess (Elystan's mother pays him a visit at a particularly low point in his life)
Selections from the Correspondence of the Lockridge Family (epistolary story with "historical" footnotes starring Tamett and family) + bonus letter from Emenor
Incognito (Josiah, newly arrived in Corege, chats with commoners who don't know he's a prince)
Elystan meets Morstyn Hollock
Speaking to a Housemaid (Amarantha meets Josiah)
Elystan & Tamett (immediately after the Book 3 Christmas chapters)
Post-Book 3 short stories:
Portrait of the Monarch as a Young Woman (Amarantha meets Antavia, ex-queen of Corege)
Josiah & Emenor (Josiah's last interaction with Tamett's sister)
Delclis & Mikaiah (Delclis accidentally befriends Josiah's little brother)
A Pleasant Talk (twelve-part story in which a young adult Josiah dines with Antavia. PG-rated for alcohol and thematic elements, has more of a grown-up sensibility than the other stories)
Preface to The Captives of the Castle Clock Tower (glimpse into Elystan's future as an author)
For more on the characters: OC facts and OC descriptions.
For answers to asks:Â Q&A.
For more on the world:Â Worldbuilding.
For visuals: Art (commissioned works by lovely talented people) and Aesthetics (me fooling around with collages).
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Another installment in my liveblog of @isfjmel-phleg's "A Pleasant Talk.â This time, we broach the second half of the story with the seventh course of the dinner:
THE ROAST
Last time was sweet peach blossom sorbet, and we talked about sweet bygone moments from tender years. I can only anticipate what we're going to get with a metaphorical ROAST.
"Newly arrived plates of roasted chicken, dripping with juices and creamy bread sauce and festooned with sausages and bacon that still sizzled." I never got into the Redwall books as a child. I think you may be my equivalent insofar as the food descriptions go. It's a good thing I usually read from this story after lunching at the library cafe, or it would make me unspeakably ravenous!
"It looked such a clichĂŠ." Too faux-Germanic for your own good, boy.
âWhen the alternative wasâunspeakable.â Hm. I wonder what the specific alternative was. It doesn't sound like he's referring to penalty of death or imprisonment.
"The tender cut" seems an apt turn of phrase. She's treating him with some kindness right now but some of her words are still landing cuttingly for Josiah, because his abdication was so very different from hers. Her attempts to speak of only their commonality of condition are beginning to sound insensitive to him now that they are talking specifically of the choice (or lack thereof.)
"Am I supposed to be hoping for something? Hoping for aâfor someone to shoot me, perhaps.â That sounds like there's some rather dark mental health history in Josiah's past behind that remark. Of course I know his mental health has been through the wringer for many and many a year, but that's a lot. He wouldn't harm himself, but there's a lot of despair behind the sentiment. And he's still talking about it in the present tense - partly out of habit, no doubt. But these things don't go away easily. <3
"I was ten, mind youâas soon as they let me go, I ran back inside Bitterbank Castle, shedding bits of my regalia all the way, and threw myself on my bed and sobbed for hours. No one even heard me." Ten?! I knew she was young. But so young! She... she was yet another Blackberry child like the rest of them for sure. (Aren't they all? Aren't we all in some way or another?)
Weeping for this fallen world and its cycles, and grateful there's hope too. I'm getting distracted. Sometimes I remember the scope and connective tissue of these stories, and I am always moved.
"My father put me in charge of a regiment. A whole regiment. I barely knew what that was. He made me learn about correct marching form and drilling and so on so that I could review them quarterly, and he gave me a gold piece every time I caught one of the soldiers making a mistake and reprimanded him publicly. I did that until I was nearly thirteen. Thereâs newsreel footage of it somewhere." WHAT THE HECK ODREN
Got relieved of his commission because he had to go to school in Corege.
"Do not get me started on the newsreels. And the photographs. And the newspaper reports. Everything I ever did from birth until my abdication was documented and shared with the world for its critique. And believe me, everyone had strong opinions on what I wore and what I ate and what I studied and how I played and how I conducted myself." Victorian family vlogs and Disney Channel stars.
"Thatâs nothing." Let's get eat chicken and have a game of trauma one-upmanship. When else are we gonna do it.
Oh, hi, fencing incident! We know you!
His throat stopped up, and he had to force the stumbling words out. ââwouldnât let me come home for years.â It really hurt, didn't it. And this one's less about the public embarrassment, and more about a deeper wound.
SHE WANTED TO GO TO QUEEN EDELLA'S. Of course she did! She's an artist! I wonder what Amarantha would think about that.
"To Queen Bethira. We probably both owe her our lives." I know they formed a kindly relationship that one Christmas - I wonder what other encounters they have had with each other, what water has passed under the bridge. Also very curious about Antavia and Bethira's relationship. It sounds like Antavia understands more about her than some.
"- but he couldnât think of a single thing." I can. And I'm sure I don't know the whole of it.
"So my father made me write Tresta a letter, in my best hand, dictated by him, sealed with sealing wax, no lessâtelling her I couldnât see her again. And I never have.â I want to hug them both and save them both. Josiah and Antavia.
The Roast course is not that kind of roast. Thankfully, perhaps. ;-)
Oh Josiah. I can understand why you wouldn't believe it, but from what I hear, Elystan at least is sincerely trying to be a friend to you. You've both got a TON of healing to do, but I hope you will come to see that him trying to get you to all those parties you hate is meant in the friendliest way. But you're not there yet.
"Are you going to eat that?â He gestured at the last sausage on the Duchessâs plate. Sympathetic me: He's really being vulnerable with her. And honestly, how like a kid. They've both been talking about their childhoods - he's almost relating to her as though they were both children. Unsympathetic me: Ha. Sloshed.
âYes,â she said resentfully, and did. And you could also do that indignantly like a child or indignantly like an adult.
But oh gosh, it reminds him that he's supposed to have walls and standard,s and not let all his manners and defenses down.
And he's so hungry. Physically. Metaphorically.
But he ain't thinking anymore about being stereotypically faux-Germanic. Yet more lovely full circle scenes.
Thinking about the Hadestown proshot and Orpheus being introduced wiping down a table with his back to the audience. Hermes has to call out to him again to get him to take his opening bow, and for the show to start, Orpheus has to turn around.
I am pleased by people messaging me telling me that after adding a carb or protein to their snacks or meals they feel more satisfied all day. Yes, my plan is working. People are getting through their days with less hangry.
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Ëâ⎠Their whole job is being believable while pretending. That sounds obvious, but it changes everything. An actor character has spent years learning how to control their face, voice, posture, timing, and emotional access. They know what angle looks best. They know when a silence reads as mystery instead of discomfort. They know how to cry on command or at least how to look like they might. So when they lie in real life, it can be terrifyingly convincing, but when they are truly vulnerable, it might actually look clumsier than their performances.
Ëâ⎠Their public image is usually built from roles they played, not who they are. A popstarâs brand often comes through music and image. An actorâs brand comes through characters the audience thinks they understand. If they played the sweet romantic lead, strangers expect them to be charming. If they played a villain, people joke about being scared of them. If they played a genius, interviewers assume theyâre intellectual. If they played someone tragic, fans project softness onto them.
Ëâ⎠Auditions are humiliating in a very specific way. They walk into a room where people barely look up. They perform grief, love, rage, seduction, terror, sometimes in bad lighting, sometimes after waiting for three hours, sometimes opposite someone reading lines like theyâre ordering soup. Then they leave and hear nothing. Or they hear they were âgreat, but not quite right,â which can mean anything from their hair color to their height to the producerâs nephew wanting the part. Writing auditions well means understanding how much rejection actors have to metabolize while still staying emotionally available enough to try again tomorrow.
Ëâ⎠The set is mostly waiting. People imagine film sets as intense and cinematic, but a lot of acting is sitting in costume at 5 a.m. while someone adjusts a light. Waiting in trailers. Waiting for makeup. Waiting for weather. Waiting while crew reset the shot. Doing the same emotional scene twelve times from different angles. Crying beautifully, then stopping while someone fixes a microphone, then having to return to the exact same heartbreak on command. The glamour is what the public sees. The job is repetition, boredom, precision, and emotional whiplash.
ËââŽÂ Actors have strange relationships with their bodies. Their body is not only theirs. It is wardrobe, camera, marketability, continuity, choreography, beauty standards, stunt safety, intimacy coordination, gossip, fan edits, criticism. They may be told to lose weight, gain muscle, keep the same haircut for months, cover tattoos, change their accent, fix their skin, look younger, look older, look natural but not actually natural...
Ëâ⎠Chemistry on screen DOES NOT mean intimacy in real life. Two actors can look like soulmates on camera and barely know each other. Or they can hate each other and produce the best romantic tension of their careers because professionalism is weird. Or they can be actual friends and have the internet turn every glance into evidence. This is a great source of conflict: the public believes in a relationship that does not exist, while the real relationship is either colder, messier, deeper, or much more boring than everyone wants it to be.
Ëâ⎠now about PRESS TOUR!! The actor has to answer the same questions in different outfits for weeks. âWhat drew you to this role?â âWas it hard filming that scene?â âAre you dating your co-star?â âWhat was your favorite memory on set?â They have to be funny, sincere, grateful, humble, charming, interesting, but not too honest. A press tour is basically a second performance, except they are playing âacceptable version of myself.â
Ëâ⎠An actor can be very good at emotion and very bad at honesty.
They may understand how sadness looks, how desire sounds, how anger should land in a scene. But that does not mean they know how to handle their own sadness, desire, or anger when there is no script. Sometimes acting gives a person language for emotion. Sometimes it gives them endless ways to avoid it. They can perform vulnerability while never actually being vulnerable. They can confess beautifully in character and freeze when someone asks, âwhat do you really mean?â
Ëâ⎠Their relationship with fans is filtered through characters. Fans may say âyou saved meâ when what they mean is the role saved them. They may ask for quotes from a scene the actor barely remembers filming. They may blur the actor with the character and then punish them for not being that person. This can be sweet, overwhelming, or deeply uncomfortable. Imagine being hugged by a stranger who is crying because of someone you pretended to be three years ago.
Ëâ⎠Bad reviews can hit deeper than public scandals. A scandal attacks image. A bad review can attack craft. âThey were wooden.â âMiscast.â âOut of their depth.â âOnly famous because theyâre beautiful.â âNo range.â For an actor, that can touch the secret fear underneath everything: maybe I am not actually good. Maybe I have been packaged well. Maybe the camera loves me but the work does not. A great actor character should have at least one criticism they pretend not to care about and remember word for word.
Ëâ⎠Actors are often surrounded but not necessarily known. Makeup artists touch their face. Stylists dress them. Directors shape their emotions. Fans know their interviews. Co-stars know their work habits. Assistants know their coffee order. But who knows what they are like when they are not becoming something for someone else? Itâs always âeveryone has access to a version of me, and I donât know which version is mine anymore.â
I love getting unaccompanied minors (kids flying alone) who so clearly just. Don't want to be here lol. Sometimes I get to know a little of their story, like their parents are divorced, or a family member died and they're heading to the funeral, but usually they just don't want to talk about it and that's fine. But I always treat the flight like it's a challenge to make them smile. I offer them snacks and soda but that's never enough, that's whatever, they could get those from an airport vending machine. Chump change. So then I tell the worst jokes. Just the most embarrassing, kindergarten teacher, annoying dad jokes you can think of. And those always get a groan, or a "Seriously??" And that's my in! Now I can say "Why, what's your idea of a good joke? No, come on hotshot, make your best joke, let's see it." And they hem and they haw but of course they eventually tell me their very best joke because kids are little competitive comedy goldmines. And it's always super funny, so I laugh, and that's where they slip up. Because you know what you almost always do when your joke successfully makes someone laugh? You smile. And I'm like. Gotcha. Rookie move. Now you're going to end up having a good time in spite of yourself. I win.
Raffles, The Amateur Cracksman (1925) is an odd adaptation in a kind of similar way to Sherlock Holmes (1916). It feels like they tried to remove all the moral ambiguity to clean it up for Hollywood, even though the 1917 Raffles adaptation based on the same stage play didn't seem to think that was necessary, and both came out well before the Hays Code was introduced in 1934.
Raffles is turned into a "proper" hero and leading man who only steals to return the jewels the next day and ask that the owner of the jewels donate the reward to a respectable charity (the Soldiers' Fund) instead. And, of course, in this version he has to get the girl instead of just helping set her up with Bunny, which is perhaps truer to the original stories but is done in a very mean spirited way.
Bunny really gets the short end of the stick. He's not only shamed for his gambling by Raffles (who is really one to talk), but also, when he finds out Raffles is the Cracksman, immediately betrays him to the officials, which is, of course, the very opposite of Bunny in canon.
All in all, I can't say I'd recommend this one, I'd just stick with the 1917 adaptation instead (though the 1925 one is available on the Internet Archive if you're curious).
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As my sister and I talk about the stories weâre writing and storytelling methods and how itâs goingâIâm learning what she means when she says âthe character didnât want to do that.â
My rigid approach is, the character does what I want it to do. I made the character. I wrote the scene. The characterâs not real, itâs my puppet, I make it move, I change anything about it that I want for whatever reason I want.
And in one sense, thatâs true. That will always be true. Without me, the Author, there is no character. No setting it exists in. No action it takes. No expression it makes. No nothing. No story at all. Without me, there isnât anything on that page.
And I can write like that. But if you have any experience writing, maybe youâre learning like Iâm beginning toâif the character never âbecomes realâ to you in your imaginationâif you never get a sense of what would and would not be in-character for them, to where you stop consciously having to mull over what theyâd do and your imagination just feels like itâs watching what theyâd do, subconsciouslyâ
âif that never happens, and youâre just choosing what the character does based on what you want, and thereâs no solid traits, nothing that canât be bent to your whim-of-the-momentâ
âIf thatâs how it is, you know how that character will turn out. You know what itâll be to audiences, to yourself as you write it. Youâve seen the type in other peopleâs poor products.
The character wonât feel genuine.
Itâs where you get the examples of Mary-Sues. When writers stop knowing âwho the real character is,â and it is just a face-claim puppet for whatever the writer is feeling the momentâwhat the character wanted yesterday when the author sat down to write a breakup scene is forgotten today when the author sits down to write a soccer match.
The characterâs made from the Author. It canât be apart from the Author. Itâs not realâexcept in the sense that it can be genuine.
âŚâŚannnd that, God help me, is how Iâm starting to reconcile the idea of âfreeâ will.
God couldâve made us automatonsâand there is still no sense in which anything that happens is âoutsideâ His sovereigntyâŚand, He didnât do that. We live. We make real choices. We want things. Sometimes things He wouldnât exactly want us to have or do.
We can even not want Him.
Why would He make us? Why would He give us any kind of will, knowing it would stray from Him?
Because we wouldnât be genuine, real, without it. We wouldnât be able to choose Him, either. We wouldnât be able to make choices, either.
He does orchestrate everything toward the culmination of His own will, and the end of the story He wants to tell, and it will all work out exactly as He plans itâand, weâre real.
I know Iâm rambling and I know this isnât theologically airtight. But honestly, I donât expect to be able to defend it to anyone who hasnât tried to figure out this⌠âthe character doesnât âwantâ to do that thing in the scene Iâm trying to writeâ paradox.
I mostly thought about this while I was thinking about people who dislike the idea of Yahweh because He supposedly forces people to live a life where evil and pain are a givenâeven if thereâs âgloryâ on the other sideâwhen He could have made it easier, if Heâs so powerful, or kept us from choosing evil. The problem of evil.
And thatâs the whole thing. He appears to have not done that because if He had, we wouldnât have had the ability to choose. When we choose, and the evil is a consequence, He weaves it into good in the big picture.
Like a storyteller whoâs taking a Character from Point A in the storyâI just canât wait to be king and have everything my wayâto Point B in the storyâI donât get to decide Iâm a lazy self-indulgent waste out in the woods when Iâm made to be a self-sacrificial, responsible King who protects others. There has to be a dead father and broken childhood and the betrayal of loved ones to get from point A to point Bâbut this way, the character was real and the pain had a point. Without genuine, true charactersâwhich inevitably lead to conflictâthereâs no story. Storytellers can hold both.
âWhy, then, did God give them free will? Because free will, though it makes evil possible, is also the only thing that makes possible any love or goodness or joy worth having.â
as someone who constantly gets stuck in ruminative cycles, figuring out a way to stop the cycle before it gets out of hand has been incredibly formative for me. if you find yourself ruminating or unable to stop the cycling, hereâs a place to start.
am i learning, processing, or ruminating? itâs important to be able to distinguish between the three. learning is when you receive new information that updates your frame of understanding. processing is when you study a situation to help yourself understand it. ruminating is when you cycle over the same thought repeatedly, often causing distress. learning and processing are productive, while rumination is destructive.
which theme is this? understanding the root of the spiral has helped me to untangle why the rumination feels so intense and scary. (example: iâve been ruminating on one specific interaction with someone where i think they mightâve misinterpreted what i meant. this is my theme of fear around being misunderstood.)
how do i respond? (example: okay, this is that theme of being misunderstood. but it is not my job to make myself perfectly understood. the people i have around me can ask clarifying questions if theyâre confused, and they are willing to meet me in the middle because they want to understand.)
donât feed the raccoons tuna. (this is an example from my therapist that i love! essentially, donât feed the beast or it will keep coming back. distract yourself, journal, listen to music, etc.)
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