Merry meet all,
I attended a Beltane Rit on the weekend which was lots of fun. I can’t wait to see the Mary Shelley movie. I like Elle Fanning. I think she is a great actress. I definitely think she is a talented actress and I think Mary Shelley is a great writer. I would kill to be half of what she is. She wrote that amazing legendary novel when she was sixteen. She must have had some serious resistance against her. A woman writing such a novel at that time? Forget it. Still, she endured. Good for her.
Her novel continues to fascinate readers to this day. Her novel of a man defying God by creating a reanimated abomination is timeless, fearless and powerful. I feel the same way about my writing. But in that time, that was unusual. I wish she knew what an impression she left on the world. The poor authors of that time such as Shelley, Edgar Allan Poe, or Byron or Keats. They are still read to this day.
That is the type of author I want to be. I want to be timeless. I love the more classical authors. There are only a select few of horror authors today that I respect and admire, – and King lives at the bottom of the list. I love the novel Anna Dressed in Blood and this one I can’t recall about modern day faeries and the novel The Iron Witch by Karen Mahoney.
I love those modern novels. Love them. But mostly I love the older more traditional authors like Poe and Shelley. I think that is more my style. I want to write like them. They not only knew grammar but they knew how to be damn compelling- or they wouldn’t still be popular and emulated in this time. If you want to learn how to write, read Jane Austen or Emily Bronte. They probably were naturally in the literary social circles and they were way more educated than us now. We aren’t even taught cursive in schools now. It is a crying shame. We are not offered the same level of education. Our level of education and the way we are today is considerably lower than then. I am not saying we have to dress and act like them but think about it- there’s a reason why they are still read.
It takes courage to go into those dark places of the human heart.
So I will continue to sit in the cemeteries, quill pen and coffee in hand, and a blank page before me. I will fill those pages. I have no fear- well, except of that intimdating blank page. Onwards, dear readers.