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*drumroll* The Return of the Daily Drabble!

The (Cyber) Bag of Weasels

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"About as much fun as a bag of weasels"...when I first saw this Irish adage, it made me think of the life of a writer: sometimes perilous, sometimes painful, certainly interesting. My paper journal has always been called "The Bag of Weasels." This is the Bag of Weasels' online home.

*drumroll* The Return of the Daily Drabble!

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While warning ann_arien about the dangers of drabble addiction (and, yes, it does exist; I am surprised that the government hasn't started a coalition), digdigil mentioned that she missed the daily drabble. Remember those days? When Dawn Felagund would spam your flists with a drabble every day?

Well, it's back.

My muses are officially back, so I'm going to restart the daily drabble. They're excited. I'm excited. And it's also the first day of Spring (although Maryland doesn't know it, with temperatures hovering around freezing this morning) and one of my favorite days of the year, so it seems a fitting start for the season.

For those of you who need a reminder, this is how the daily drabble works:

  • I will write a drabble a day, based off of the word of the day provided by Dictionary.com. For those of you who wish to grab the word for yourself (in the likely event that I miss a day or post late), the word is available through their website or also through their LJ feed dictionary_wotd. Sometimes, when I'm feeling frisky, I might write drabbles about things other than the word of the day, like today, when I will write Spring drabbles.

  • I will post the word of the day, its definition, pronunciation, a few examples of its use, and etymology.

  • The daily drabble will either include the word of the day or be based off of the theme of the word of the day. So if the word is "obstinate," I might write a drabble including the sentence, "Feanor is obstinate." Or I might write a drabble about obstinacy in general. But don't expect that the word will always appear in the drabble.

  • I want my friends to drabble with me! So if the word of the day or the special theme of the day catches your fancy, join me in drabbling. And please let me know that you did by sharing your drabble in a comment or posting a link so that I can read your drabble too.

  • Generally, I write Silmarillion drabbles. But the DotD is not limited to that. (For example, I might also include the occasional Midhavens drabble, although all of my original stuff with be friend-locked.)

  • I'm not always very loyal to the DotD on weekends or holidays from work. Contrary to popular belief, I do have a kinda-sorta life...but I will try to catch up when I return to work (and regular lounging on the Internet).


Here, then, is the word of the day for 20 March, the first day of Spring.


paragon \PAIR-uh-gon; -guhn\, noun:
A model of excellence or perfection; as, "a paragon of beauty; a paragon of eloquence."

Examples
"Even his friends and business associates, men and women alike, were paragons of health: avoiders of fatty foods, moderate drinkers, health-club habitues, lovers of cross-country skiing, weekend canoe trips, and daylong hikes in the North Woods."
-Alvin Greenberg, How the Dead Live

"Voters, if they chose, could easily convince themselves that the people running their government were faithful spouses and temperate drinkers, paragons whose public images were in perfect accord with their private behavior."
-Gail Collins, Scorpion Tongues

Etymology
Paragon comes from Middle French, from Old Italian paragone, literally, "touchstone," from paragonare, "to test on a touchstone," from Greek parakonan, "to rub against, to sharpen," from para-, "beside" akone, "a whetstone."



The Fate of Flowers
Flashing eyes, quick hands. Words bright and fresh as rain. The son of the King.

He is everything that I am not: beautiful, confident, graceful. Gifted. So why does he want to marry me?

Me: Nerdanel, thick around the hips and sluggish, nervous in speech. Why?

He is a flint struck and touched to a candlewick, his very presence an explosion of light in a room. He is a paragon of every virtue of the Noldor.

And he wants to marry me. Me!

Giddy, I’d agreed, but I wonder…I wonder at the fate of flowers in the shadows of trees.



Next comes a double-drabble (drubble?) in the spirit of Spring, about Maedhros' first spring after his captivity upon Thangorodrim. It has a very original title.

Also, I did something along these same lines for autumn, called "Awakening".


First Spring
We had spring in Aman but in name only: the Blossom Festival, honoring Vána, and songs about growth and life, empty because weren’t these our gifts every day of the year in Valinor?

In Middle-earth, I have learned the beauty of spring. From my bedroom window—I am still confined to bed by the good intentions of my healers and Macalaurë—I watch as green dusts the land and shy, brave leaves creep forth from buds in the trees. This morning, I’d awakened to sweet birdsong like none I have heard since leaving Valinor, my cheeks soaked but not by tears of pain—not that to which I have become accustomed—but the kind that come when one’s joy cannot be contained by his body.

So I crept passed my brother’s vigilance—his cloak tight around my shoulders—and walked with the new grass poking between my toes.

After twenty-five years of agony, I appreciate what I left behind on the shores of Aman. And as I turn my face to the warmth of the new Sun, I have hope, for I know that this blessing shall return anew each year, that there shall never be winter without a spring.



I'm dedicating this next one to my pals ann_arien and digdigil for their wonderful friendship, everlasting patience with me, and constant inspiration (and perviness). If you happen to read a little subtext into this one, well, so be it.... >;^)


Spring in Himring
Spring in Himring, a paradox: The calendar marks the day, but there is a fresh scrim of snow upon the ground. In my study, my numb fingers do not want to write, and the heat of the fire warms only my skin. Inside, I freeze.

But the calendar says, yes, today is Spring.

I return to cold words about war and diplomacy.

A knock at the door: “My lord, your cousin Fin—”

But he pushes past the servant before the announcement is finished and with matched cries of joy buried in his warm embrace, I think, Spring has come.



Am I addicted? Noooo, not me....

This last one is not a fanfic. I repeat: not a fanfic. Please suppress your gasps, you are frightening the muses.

Well, if you would like to believe that it is a fanfic, we will say that it is Macalaure speaking to Vingarie.

If you would like to believe that it is not a fanfic, we will say that it is Dawn speaking to her husband.

Either way: Bobby, this one is for you.


Sunshine
In a year of springs, joy for me is the moment that you arrive, and I believe all the clichés about love might be true: flowers at your feet, my heart singing, the stars smiling. I might even believe in souls, just so I can believe in soulmates.

A supernova of emotion—I catch your face in my hands.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine….

I used to cry at this song as a child, yet I played it relentlessly upon the piano.

Please don’t take my sunshine away.

For spring brings summer, then autumn. Then winter.

Must it?



And it's Spring! I'll be updating throughout the day with drabbles about Spring and the themes associated with Spring, and I invite you all to join me.
  • (no subject) - callirhoe
    • Thank you! :)

      I have trouble keeping up with me, you'll learn. That explains why there occasionally comes a "daily drabble" post with a four-part drabble series to make up for the four days I've missed.... ;)

      But I'll do my best! :)
  • YAY!!!!!! <3 Drabble spam!

    I like the last line.

    And Colorado doesn't know it's supposed to be spring either. It's snowing.
    • Thank you! :) I shaped the drabble with that line in mind.

      I just went outside without a coat and just a sweater, and it was pretty nice. But we're expecting snow showers tomorrow, so.... :^/

      Hurry up, Spring.
  • Ooooh... I've always loved your drabbles, and this one is no exception. Funny enough, without knowing you're about to do this gain, I wrote a spring equinox drabble just yesterday. Spring equinox happens to be one of my favourite days as well. It's still far too cold for the time of the year around here, but at least today we've had sun, and bees, and butterflies. Wheee! *runs away to dust off her sandals*

    Oh, and by the way, the drabble can be found here.
  • Ah, beautiful! Beautiful! The Daily Drabble is back in full force with a lovely drabble from Dawn in the spirit of Spring! That was as tender as the new shoots rising from the ground, whether in the shadows of trees or not. I can't wait to join in. Give me a little time. I am right in the middle of my next chapter of you-know-what.
    • Thanks! Make that two (hopfully) lovely drabbles now! And I know what you mean about you-know-what. I have to work on my own contribution for the day. And now Meryth wants to write an LJ entry too. *sigh* Too many muses, too little time! ;)
  • Okay! I just read the next two. Whoopee! I had the same pervy idea to write a drabble about the same two! (What is it about them anyway? Can they not stay out of any of my stories?)

    I love "First Spring". It is sad and tender but hope is there too, just like early spring. And of course I think "Spring in Himring" is the bomb. I mean, we got Dawn to do some slash! Did you see this, Alina? If spring isn't the time for lovin' I don't know what is!
  • OMG I think I'm gonna cry. I just read "Sunshine". That was incredible, Dawn. Such emotion. And I've always loved that song, too. *sniffles*
    • I really did cry at that song when I was young. My uncle Wodie used to sing it all the time.

      Shit. I just realized that yesterday, uncle Wodie's been gone for ten years. *sniffles* Don't mind me....

      But it's still a lovely song, and I still want to cry, thinking about it. :)
  • You are my sunshine, my only sunshine….
  • WOW.

    These are absolutely beautiful. I adore the last line of "The Fate of Flowers;" it made me just stop and absorb the emotion for a moment, it hit me so hard.

    "The First Spring" is beautiful; I love the first day of spring! (BTW, that's when it actually feels like spring, to me; I don't care what the calender says, it's not spring here yet! I often get several first days of spring, interspersed with more winter. :-))

    "Spring in Himring" is so how I feel now: cold fingers, seeing snow out the window, *trying* to write a thesis (see how well I'm doing?)... except I don't have a friend to come and cheer me up. :-( *is jealous*

    And "Sunshine"! I used to cry at that song, too. Still do, at times, actually. I didn't like it then, because it made me cry, but I value tears more now. But that was absolutely beautiful.

    *is very tempted to join in the daily drabbling* I know I don't have time, but... but... We'll see.

    Thanks for sharing these!

    ~Wolfwind
    • Thanks so very much! I'm really glad that my return to drabbling seems to have been successful. :)

      I love the first day of Spring too, even though Maryland rarely enjoys springlike weather on this day. (Last week, however, it got up into the '80s! o.O) But there's just so much to look forward to; I love this moment of having all of spring and all of summer still stretched before me, all full of possibility.

      *sentimental squee*

      I never knew that "You Are My Sunshine" was so universally loved...or believed to be sad by people other than me. :) Here, I thought I was weird! :^D

      I hope that you can join the daily drabble on occasion! Believe me, I understand about busyness--hence the fact that the daily drabble just took a four month break--but when you can find the time and inspiration, I'd love to read what you come up with!
  • Oh, crap, I am really sorry that I am totally brai-ndead and unable to write any drabble right now. I have skipped my morning classes to catch up on my mails and the entries of my flist. Until I get home, chances are I will not be able to write anything.

    I am, however, quite able to squee, after reading your drabbles, though.

    The first one... I have no idea why but, when I saw the word paragon, I thought "paragon of virtue" and then... Feanaro. I guess we think alike on the matter, eh? In any case, the drabble is bittersweet, the love and admiration Nerdanel feels tinged with the fear that she will wither away in the shadow of such an exceptional Elf. Beautiful stuff.

    "First spring" gives me the opportunity to tell you that I love the way you picture things from Maitimo's point of view. More than any other of your character's POVs. (Yes, Feanor included). You have done such a fine job of letting us feel Maitimo's joy and the way hope is rekindled in his heart. I loved it.

    I'm dedicating this next one to my pals ann_arien and digdigil for their wonderful friendship, everlasting patience with me, and constant inspiration (and perviness). If you happen to read a little subtext into this one, well, so be it.... >;^)

    Awwww... thank you so much... I mean, if the wonderful dedication was not enough to make me sniff and wipe my eyes, the drabble sure made me feel all nice and warm inside. As sure as you know me and Jen, we have read more than a little subtext, but hei... what could be more beautiful than this: But he pushes past the servant before the announcement is finished and with matched cries of joy buried in his warm embrace, I think, Spring has come. ? Even if all they do is give each other great, big hugs.

    The fourth drabble, though, must be the most impressive and moving one. I cannot claim that I understand such feelings, but I am happy that you and Bobby share them.

    All in all, you have outdone yourself again. I will join the drabble fun, time and inspiration permitted. In the mean time, that little "He loves me, he loves me not." piece can be considered as a spring drabble, right?
    • I have no idea why but, when I saw the word paragon, I thought "paragon of virtue" and then... Feanaro. I guess we think alike on the matter, eh? In any case, the drabble is bittersweet, the love and admiration Nerdanel feels tinged with the fear that she will wither away in the shadow of such an exceptional Elf.

      Us? Feanatics thinking alike?? Nevah! ;)

      I'm sure you've caught onto the fact that I deal with Nerd's possible inferiority complex in her relationship with Feanaro quite a bit in my stories. I read the bit about how his fire became too much for her to restrain, and I think, "He was too much for her." And I imagine how she must have felt, knowing this, a sense of failure along with the loss of her marriage...it's sad. And it's not canon but definitely Felak!verse that Nerds felt a bit of this from the very beginning. She was exceptional in her own right, but Feans has the power to overshadow...well, everything.

      "First spring" gives me the opportunity to tell you that I love the way you picture things from Maitimo's point of view. More than any other of your character's POVs.

      Thank you! :) I related to Maedhros alone of all the characters in the Sil the first time I read it. (Even Finrod--despite choosing his name as my alias--I did not relate to. I just thought it was cool to be a "Lord of Caves." :^P) And so Maedhros has always been my first love. As I told my friend Harry Potter the other day, "If I wasn't already married to and in love with Bobby, I would want to marry Maedhros. You think I'm kidding? Really." :^P

      The fourth drabble, though, must be the most impressive and moving one.

      Thank you! :) It just popped into my head; I looked at the muses and said, "You want me to write what?" and they shrugged. Feanor's taking credit for it, by the way.

      I will join the drabble fun, time and inspiration permitted. In the mean time, that little "He loves me, he loves me not." piece can be considered as a spring drabble, right?

      Absolutely! And the daily drabble need not be daily for everyone. I miss days myself (and since I started the tradition, it's always pretty embarrassing when I have to do four-part drabble series to make up for four days of not doing any!) But I look forward to what you come up with, when you find the inspiration and the time. :)
  • I looked outside ten minutes ago and it is so bright and shiny, that I was inspired to write a little drabble myself. You can have a look at it here:

    http://ann-arien.livejournal.com/26045.html#cutid1
  • Thank you so much for my drabble sweetie. It really provided a bright spot in an otherwise dreary Monday. Lots of love!
    • You're welcome, my love. It seemed only right to write a drabble for you, my first day back into drabbling and the first day of Spring.

      Many hugs and kisses and I'm counting the hours 'til I see you tonight. :)
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