Christmas - 2 Edition.

I got my corset today (http://www.dracinabox.com/prplsktprplcorset5.jpg), a much-belated christmas-present from mum & dad, and I picked up the infamous "whore-boots" (http://www.darklands.no/boots_women/SLU62.jpg. The corset is gorgeous, the picture does it no justice. Ack, I am in love! And the boots, oh my, they're heavenly whorish.
Ended up downtown with parents, resulting in another pair of shoes, books (picked up Wuthering Heights, amongst others) ands DVD's (Corpse Bride, Charlie, the BBC production of "Narnia") galore. Christmas came 2 months late.

Lars asked my a rather interesting question yesterday, the gist of it being "Do your writings/characters reflect you?" Yes, in a way, they do. The last thing I wrote, "Fuck books", was inspired by a late-night fancy. It all started with a thought, then came an image, and an idea. Said idea stuck to my brain, demanding to be put to paper. It was a mere to sentences then, but I knew what it needed and what I wanted it to be. So, yes, in a way, that particular character reflects me. Other things, like the notorious king I so love, have, I hope, nothing of me. Leriana for instance, has my love of books, but little else. Neren (the "nut-shell creature") inherited a bit of my ideas, and magnified them. I lend Alice my Tarot-Cards, Adrian a few of my fetishes. And Nirinia is me, gone extreme. She's my bitchy, arrogant, nasty, snappy, elegant and sexy (that attribute, sadly, is mostly fiction) side.
Some things have very little do with me in the beginning, the inspiration coming from some external source. But after having been hauled through my brain, imagination and, eventually, fingers, it has everything to do with me. I think someone once said that an artist is eccentric, and that a wannabe is normal. And that, for me, pretty much sums it all up. What would be the fun of reading a book if you would've phrased it just that way yourself? Or falling in love with a photograph - you wouldn't have loved it had it been what you see every day, had you?
So, Lars, I'll have to say both yes and no. My characters are inspired at times by some quality (fancied or otherwise) in me, but topic mostly not me until after the process of using it.

And how could I forget? The gift, the gift! Lars gave me "Dead Poets Society". This weekend really turned out to be a second christmas :]

Christmas - 2 Edition.

I got my corset today (http://www.dracinabox.com/prplsktprplcorset5.jpg), a much-belated christmas-present from mum & dad, and I picked up the infamous "whore-boots" (http://www.darklands.no/boots_women/SLU62.jpg. The corset is gorgeous, the picture does it no justice. Ack, I am in love! And the boots, oh my, they're heavenly whorish.
Ended up downtown with parents, resulting in another pair of shoes, books (picked up Wuthering Heights, amongst others) ands DVD's (Corpse Bride, Charlie, the BBC production of "Narnia") galore. Christmas came 2 months late.

Lars asked my a rather interesting question yesterday, the gist of it being "Do your writings/characters reflect you?" Yes, in a way, they do. The last thing I wrote, "Fuck books", was inspired by a late-night fancy. It all started with a thought, then came an image, and an idea. Said idea stuck to my brain, demanding to be put to paper. It was a mere to sentences then, but I knew what it needed and what I wanted it to be. So, yes, in a way, that particular character reflects me. Other things, like the notorious king I so love, have, I hope, nothing of me. Leriana for instance, has my love of books, but little else. Neren (the "nut-shell creature") inherited a bit of my ideas, and magnified them. I lend Alice my Tarot-Cards, Adrian a few of my fetishes. And Nirinia is me, gone extreme. She's my bitchy, arrogant, nasty, snappy, elegant and sexy (that attribute, sadly, is mostly fiction) side.
Some things have very little do with me in the beginning, the inspiration coming from some external source. But after having been hauled through my brain, imagination and, eventually, fingers, it has everything to do with me. I think someone once said that an artist is eccentric, and that a wannabe is normal. And that, for me, pretty much sums it all up. What would be the fun of reading a book if you would've phrased it just that way yourself? Or falling in love with a photograph - you wouldn't have loved it had it been what you see every day, had you?
So, Lars, I'll have to say both yes and no. My characters are inspired at times by some quality (fancied or otherwise) in me, but topic mostly not me until after the process of using it.

And how could I forget? The gift, the gift! Lars gave me "Dead Poets Society". This weekend really turned out to be a second christmas :]