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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.


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art lives

This is my occasional post round-up where I link to all of my doings off of LJ.

The Heretic Loremaster

"Oops! A Metaphor!" ... or Accidental Allegories That Aren't. Part 2 in my series on Tolkien and allegory, this entry looks at how theme and inspiration sometimes get confused with allegory in the discussion about whether or not there is allegory in Tolkien's works.

Too Smart for Fandom? Fandom is abuzz with discussion about whether or not academic analysis should have a role in fandom. I argue that the idea of banishing academic analysis and fans so inclined is not only flawed but deeply unfair.

Hundrede Artes

Hundrede Artes is my project blog as I attempt to create one hundred medieval art projects for the SCA's Arts & Sciences 50 challenge. I am completing two of these challenges: one breadth challenge that requires me to try 50 new things, and a depth challenge where I am producing 50 illuminated pieces.

Breadth #4: Gilding. Gilding is really what makes illumination into illumination: the application of thin sheets of gold leaf to manuscripts. It sounds daunting ... and here is my account of trying it for the first time. (As well as my first shiny gilded project!)

Haunted October

By request, I am linking to my (friend-locked) Haunted October entries here as well, since some of my flist read their friends pages on computers where they cannot log in and so tend to miss these postings.

Webs. A woman wakes in her car, unsure how she's arrived there, swathed in what seems to be webs. Or is it her past at last caught up to her?

Altar. A festival night requires a murderous ritual to bring fortune to the people. A dark fantasy about ritual and dehumanization that is too familiar in the "real" world.

Thrice Chimes the Bell. A lament in sonnet form told by one whose beloved is being led to execution.

The Feast. In the kitchens of the king, something about the annual feast tends to drive the servants to madness.

Haunted October is on hiatus this week. I had good intentions of posting the first of a two-part story but had a term paper due, so both parts will be posted for next Friday's finale.

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Finally, for those who wish follow updates to my other blogs on LiveJournal, I have created feeds for both The Heretic Loremaster and Hundrede Artes:


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