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Mar. 20th, 2015

My prolonged absence, blizzards, but also....!St. Patrick's Day & Spring Equinox!

First of all...Wishing everyone a wonderful equinox. To those still waist deep in snow, I'm there too, keep hoping for sunshine!

I have to apologize for being so absent from live journal. I have been busy...and truthfully kind of depressed for the past two months and the onslaught of storms to hit Nova Scotia did not help, at all. I have not posted anything for Youtube and such for the past few months because I could not get myself to do it and my writing needs a bit more attention too. I also have a new (part time) job at a comic book/used book & record store. Paying rent will help me feel better too!

A good friend I've had since high school has moved back into my town and she has dragged me out of my house, something I have desperately needed for months. She is also writing a novel that I am helping her with. Which will be good for my writing. She has taken me out for Saint Patrick's Day...I had like seven whiskey sours after two Irish stouts and an Irish coffee...so my hang over was incredible...and we dressed up before we hit the pub (I felt like an emerald sidhe!) and despite my many drinks and calling it early we had plenty of fun. Today is the spring Equinox, so at some point I will hold a private/solitary ritual recognizing the passage and hope against all hopes that I have seen the last of our blizzards! I will be writing today with hopes of getting close to finishing my novel!

Here's a picture of me in my Saint Patrick's Day get-up. I pray that I will eventually see this much green outside!

Mar. 1st, 2015

The Two Pages Podcast - #5 - Two Pages of Leprechauns



Saint Paddy's Day themed Podcast. We each tell leprechaun stories. Two pages and hilarious.

Feb. 24th, 2015

New Novel Idea

So the premise is it is set in the near future, and people capable of magic (what to call them? mages) are integrated into non-magical society. There is a fusion of magic and tech all through out the world. It's a multiperspective YA novel following Hazel, Ariadne, Sanjay, Darragh and Abed. They attend a boarding school in an former Irish island Monastery where they learn both magic and non magical sciences. When Ariadne is told she is on the verge of failing out of school (due to depression) she decides to retreat into a fantasy world featured in a popular book series. She becomes so engrossed that when she learns of dream magic she creates the world within her mind and goes into a coma. Ariadne goes on adventures, and visits all of the places she had read about, but back in the real world she is dying.

Excerpt

“What the hell do you think you're doing?” hissed Sanjay grabbing her arm.
“I think we can get her out of this,” Hazel whispered back. “Ariadne used dream magic to put herself under. I think we can reach her dreamwalking.”
“You mean the magic we just started learning about this semester?” Sanjay snapped. “I don't know about you, but I have never tried dreamwalking before, and the one Dreamwalker we've ever met said that it should only be attempted after training...with initiated Dreamwalkers present.”
Hazel sighed and rolled her eyes. Sanjay knew what this meant. Despite the dangers she was going through with this. And Sanjay would have to be her anchor or watch her fade into a coma as well. Unless...
“This is stupid, but let me do it,” he sighed. “I'm better at magic, and am at less risk of being sucked into whatever world Ariadne dreamt up.”
“You mean the world based on the book series that we have been reading together? That became the setting for the fantasy world we play in? I know you've played the game with us, but I know the world so much more than you...”
“You should both go.” said a voice from behind them.
Sanjay turned to see their friend Darragh standing behind them. “It's safest. I'll be your anchor.”
Sanjay and Hazel exchanged a look, glancing at the two bright blue crystals clasped in Hazel's palm. “We...” Hazel started.
“We only have two dream crystals,” Sanjay said.
“Well,” Darragh took out his fist to show a glowing blue dream crystal. “I think that is easily remedied.”
“Alright,” she said turning to face sleeping Ariadne. “Let's draw the circle.”

Feb. 3rd, 2015

Blood and the Sea

Posted on the Facebook Best Description Den of Quills contest :)

SUBMISSION:
BLOOD AND THE SEA
BY MAEVE LAFEY (pseudonym)
There she was, blood soaked through her dark green hair and poured out on to the rock as her dark blue eyes stared blankly into the blue sky. Seagulls circled the carcass waiting for it to be abandoned.
Morgan looked down at her blood soaked hands and cringed. Niamh was dead. Worse, Morgan had killed Niamh...and for what? Because Niamh caught her with Muirin. That hardly warranted bashing her head in against the rocks until blood poured out her ears.
Morgan stared at her sister's blood smeared over her arms creating rivers of scarlet on her pearly flesh. Muirin would never forgive her for this...nor would Mother Cordeilia. She would have her head for this. Morgan lost her temper her sisters and her lover all in one fowl swoop. Why couldn't Niamh just stay quiet. Muirin and Morgan weren't the first sisters in the clan to have a tryst, and nor would they be the last. The Seven Clans convened once a year at the Gathering on the breeding grounds to discuss Mannan's Law, celebrate and mate. However, the Gathering once a year was too scarce for many of their tastes and sisters of the same clan were known to mate. This was forbidden.
This would mean exile. Mannan's Laws forbade the killing of another Mermaid, but once Cordeilia disowned her, Morgan would be fair game as many of the other sea creatures. A clanless mermaid in exile had two options. Morgan didn't much care for her chances with either one.
"Get out!" she cried scrubbing the blood off her trembling hands, salt water stinging the cuts she had made in her fervent scrubbing. Would her hands never be clean. She did not know how long she washed Niamh's blood off her hands weeping hysterically, but the moon replaced the sun's place in the sky long before she had been done.
Morgan stared at her sister's corpse and shuddered again at the vacant stare. With a strangled cry Morgan kissed Niamh's brow and dumped her into the ocean watching her body desolve into pale green seafoam. Morgan watched singing the Parting Songs mournfully as Niamh became one with the sea once again. Niamh's delicate face was the last to vanish, her dark blue eyes staring at her, fear and betrayal still palpable in her dead gaze. Mother Cordelia was connected to the sea in ways Morgan and her sisters could never be, and would be altered to Niamh's life force returning to the sea and then it was only a matter of time before Niamh's memories came to her. Mother Mermaids were the daughters of Mannan himself, and the memories of all life lost at sea flowed through them. Morgan's only advantage was that it took time for it to be interpreted.
She imagined Muirin's lovely face, her dark eyes widened and horrified as she waded in court, as Morgan was tried and disowned by the clan. Muirin was delicate and a healer, she could never take knowing that her lover had betrayed their sister and ended her life. Morgan couldn't do that to her, nor could she face what she had done. Rather than face her sisters and the Mother, she decided to flee in a self imposed exile. The moon was full, so if she got to dry land she could give herself legs. At least for three days until she reached another body of water. All she had to do was leave the sea and channel between the the two islands and continent and she would be free. The Seven Clans would never track her if she got far enough away. Taking a deep breath, Morgan dived into the water and swam to the western island knowing that she could never return.

Jan. 24th, 2015

Library Bards - Gandalf! (Parody of Shake It Off Taylor Swift)

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Happy Birthday to his majesty, the alfather kingodin

King of Dún Mhara and the Children of the Sea

Another folktale from my original world, this one is from my Celtic culture. This story features magic, fairies, kings and a starcrossed romance.


2014-07-31 15.51.45

The salt waves of the sea crashed against the ominous craigs jutting from the rocky shore, splashing over the beach. Dark clouds gathered above and lightning flashed in the sky. Ailill O’ Ri’Tirtonnath watched through the window as the waves threatened the shore and the ancient seaside castle of his ancestors.

Ailill could not sleep so far that night, and not for lack of trying. He was listening to the crashing of the waters on his coast. He wondered of the damage that the raging sea had done, and told himself he would gather a party to survey the damage on the beach to see if their ships stayed in safe harbour or were torn by gale.

When sleep finally did come to visit Ailill he had suffered from feverish dreams hearing the waves crashing on the jagged black rocks and sand, depositing seaweed and dead fish in the heavy downpour on land, through the storm he heard the sound of a sweet high voice singing through the night, voice raising above the sound of the violent storm, and amidst the waves, stood a maid waist deep in the water with her arms spread out and eyes to the sky. Her long black hair blew around her and he could see her face, her eyes as blue as the waters stood in and her skin the colour of the pearls strewn in her hair. She sang contently in the rain and waves, the sea crashing violently around her.

Ailill moved closer, feeling the rain and ocean splash against him as the wind blew him back, the sweet songstress called to him moving further and further back into the waves while she sang,

slowly, her form began to disappear into the water, Ailill followed her and found himself soon struggling in the monstrous waves trying to get to the maiden of the sea and soon she was gone, he saw a wave crash down over her, the last thing he saw before he himself went under was her delicate white hand reaching out of the water, grasping at the sky and as everything around her became pale green and white sea foam above the next wave came to drown him.

The next morning the king of Dún Mhara was walking among the shore surveying the seaweed strewn rocks with bits of wood hidden under blown over wet sand, some planks were floating in the water that were quite obviously from a small boat that was kept on the beach, and enough fish to feed the city seemed to be washed up a shore. His men went about gathering the fish for most the day before sunset. It was then that he made a shocking discovery that would change the course of Lirchosta and indeed the whole of the land for generations.

In the pale light of dusk, he found the body of a young woman laying on the beach covered in nothing but a seal pelt, the last rays of sunlight glowing on her flowing black hair and pale skin. She did not move, but it appeared the woman was breathing. He ordered the woman taken to the infirmary within his castle, and as the wet locks of hair fell from her face, he saw the heart shaped face of the mistress of his dreams from the last two nights.

“The girl is healing quite well. I have no clue how she survived during the storm,” Ailill’s court druid said pushing his wispy white hair back. “She’s quite fortunate, had she landed anywhere else she might have been torn apart from her impact on the rocks. And it’s a miracle the girl didn’t drown.”

“I imagine she’s a tough lass,” Ailill replied leaning on the stone wall.

“More than that,” the old man’s brown eyes twinkled with wonder as his voice lowered into a dramatic whisper. “The young lady was found with nothing more than a seal pelt?”

“She was clutching the thing around her body as if for dear life.”

“She very well might have been, my king. Your foundling girl is not just some waif washed ashore from some fisherman’s boat. I think this girl is a selkie. The faerie folk have always been abundant in these lands, and the folk here once spoke of an extraordinary people who live under the waters of our sea, often when in sight of men, they will take the form of a seal, but if they were to shed their seal skin, it would be as a pelt and the selkie would take the form of a beautiful young man or woman. Such is the beauty of the selkie’s human form that they could lure their victims into the salty depths. Worse yet, is their song. It is the sweet siren’s call, and it’ll be the death of many one foolish enough to anger the children of the sea.”

“That is not my intention, I assure you.”

Ailill and the lady, who told him her name was Niamh, spent the day and night together on the beach, watching the waves roll as they dined on food packed from the kitchens, watching the waters. She told him grand stories of the sea and ships that were sunk, brought to the ocean floor by the waves, of beautiful faerie creatures who lived in a magical kingdom beneath the waves where they played music more beautiful than that of any expert bard. She filled his thoughts with her sweet silvered voice in the moonlight painting pictures of stories that even eclipsed his own people’s. She seemed to have seen the shore of every country he knew of, and some he did not.

The two played together on the beach running wildly like children on the shore line and in the water, Ailill followed, bewitched by the sapphire eyes of the lady, he followed her deeper into the now calm waters as she sang to him a joyful song of love. The innocence of moment was gone and the two of them embraced in the waist deep water.

The next morning he awoke on the beach in the pale light of dawn and found no trace of Niamh, and the dress he had given to her was folded neatly on the shore a distance from the waves. It seemed the druid had been right and Ailill was going to wait for her return.

She returned once every two years, when the moon was full on Midsummer Eve. He was always there waiting when she returned to shore, and they would spend the nights from dusk until dawn together. Ailill was happy with his selkie companion, meeting her once every two years on the beach, though as the years went by the pressure to take a bride became more and more. It was the seventh year after their meeting he arranged for their wedding.

“Niamh!” he called.

Niamh walked ran over to him and wrapped her arms around him. The two kissed under the full moon and stared at each other. Ailill brought Niamh back to his castle and was taken to a their chamber and while she changed into her wedding gown, Ailill stole her pelt and hid it.

The ceremony was grand to be certain, and their wedding night was nothing more than blissful. That was until the first rays of dawn began to shine through the window. Niamh searched everywhere in the chamber for her pelt, certain that she had put it somewhere safe.

“I have hidden it somewhere, Niamh,” he told her coolly.

“But I must return to my kin, my home.” Niamh crumpled into a ball under the windowsill weeping inconsolably.

“You are a queen now, and everything here is yours.”

The years past and Queen Niamh took to her role and ruled alongside with her husband without complaint. She bore him seven children in seven years, the youngest she kept with her at all times. King Ailill would often come home from a long voyage to the islands and find his wife on the beach where they met, staring into the waters while their children played in the waves. Servants reported the queen walking barefoot among the battlements or the beach singing the most beautifully sad song any have ever heard. But she said nothing of wanting to return home since their wedding night and did her duties as queen.

As the seventh midsummer on dry land approached, she grew pale and wan, her once sapphire eyes were now the seafoam green and she was growing thin. It became clear to Ailill that Niamh would die if she were to stay on land longer. However, he also knew that after the seventh midsummer on dry land she could not return to the sea. Ailill had the druid care for his ailing wife and bought medicines from all over the world in hopes it would make her better.

Niamh grew weaker and weaker as the days grew closer to midsummer. After the Midsummer Eve celebration that their oldest asked Niamh why Ailill kept a seal pelt in the east guest chamber. Upon hearing this Niamh kissed her daughter’s brow and fled to the castle to find her pelt and return home to the sea.

When she got to the beach her husband wept before her, knees in the sand as he begged her not to go. “My love, it’s past midnight…It’s your seventh midsummer.”

Niamh kissed Ailill and smiled. “I know.”

Ailill watched as the love of his life as she slowly walked back in to the waves in the moonlight singing as she did when they met on the beach and a the waves became violent. Waves crashed on the jagged black rocks and sand, depositing seaweed on land. Through the waves was a sound of a sweet high voice singing through the night, voice raising above the sound of the violent storm, and amidst the waves, Niamh stood waist deep in the water with her arms spread out and eyes to the sky. Her long black hair blew around her and he could see her face, her eyes as blue as the waters stood in, her skin the colour of moonlight. She sang contently in the rain and waves, the sea crashing violently around her.

Ailill moved closer, feeling the rain and ocean splash against him as the wind blew him back, the sweet songstress called to him moving further and further back into the waves while she sang, slowly, her form began to disappear into the water, Ailill followed her and found himself soon struggling in the monstrous waves trying to get to the maiden of the sea and soon she was gone, he saw a wave crash down over her, the last thing he saw before he himself went under was her delicate white hand reaching out of the water, grasping at the sky and as everything around her became pale green and white sea foam above the next wave came to drown him.

Thus is the origins of clan Ui Lir, the children of the sea, who ruled over Dún Mhara for centuries. It is said that while clan Ui Lir was in power over the western coastline that the seas were always calm and no boat ever sank in combat. It is said still, that when the sea is raging, and the moon is full that you can still hear the song of the selkie, or see a mermaid washed upon the shores with seafoam green eyes and faded black curls.

Jan. 16th, 2015

Canadian Diabetes 2015 Kauai Fundraising Marathon

Canadian Diabetes Association's 2015 Kauai Marathon. Here is participant Pam's (mother in-law) fundraising page. It's a noble cause,so if you are able please donate.
http://crm2.diabetes.ca/site/TR/TeamDiabetes/General…

Bookshelf Tour

Rumour has it you are not officially a booktuber unless you post one of these videos. Thumbmail is a painting found on pintrest. Not mine.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pmdhGXQyZ4E

Jan. 15th, 2015

Youtube/ Goodreads Bookclub Options

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Half A King by Joe Abercrombie

Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas

Seraphina by Rachel Hartman

Dreamer's Pool
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Graceling by Kristin Cashore

Wild Magic by Tamora Pierce
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Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor
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