Frost is on the Scene again as Anemo and Vickie chase Canu and I across Mernac {their vacation, our race}.
I’ve answered some of this question in the post I wrote earlier: On Fantasy as a Way of Life. But that, of course, is not the specific answer to Mernac.
Last fall {Fall 2006} my all-time favourite mail server, Gmail, provided me a clue with its sponsored links in my email inbox. There it was: the link that might change my life!
www.mernac.com: Free Fantasy Fiction
This suddenly offered all three of my most favourite {and essential elements}:
Fantasy
Fiction
Free
which meant I already had an interest, and I could afford to visit the site and maybe even to participate.
So of course, I dropped everything and clicked on the link;
And voila!
I could write for Mernac too,
Not just read at Mernac!
What more could one frustrated fantasy fiction writer ask?
Not much!
Although of course then I discovered the Discipleship Classified Ads;
I applied for the Chief of Consistency position, which I thought appropriate because that would entail reading tons and tons of Mernac Legends, Lore, Characters, Items, Places, ad infinitum.
How much more pleasure could one reader attain?
Well, Father Quont, who had previously been in charge of that particular role, had instead passed it off to the excellent Father Elsen. So I was offered a choice: to apply to Elsen to be Chief of Consistency,
Or to allow Quont to transform me into a {indrawn breath}
Erotic Functionary?
Well, the promise of Writing impelled me; I had already spent well over a year reviewing Erotic fiction, so why not learn to write it {and practise it}
as well?
Why not indeed?
So here I am, firmly {one hopes} established in Disciplehood, Incubating Incubus Character and Legends, and running after other Gods to beg to use their Characters in my stories.
As Captain Jonathan Archer likes to add on Enterprise,
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Two new stories have been posted in the S2S Character Forum for reading, reviewing, critiquing, and polishing hints from my fellow Mernacians.
See Frost's newly revised and disturbing life at:
http://www.mernac.com/modules/newbb/viewtopic.php?topic_id=2250&forum=59
Alessandra Omitsu's Introduction is expanded at:
http://www.mernac.com/modules/newbb/viewtopic.php?topic_id=2277&forum=59
Stop in and lend me your eyes-your ears-your mind-and your critiques.
This is my motto for life.
I’ve been a proponent of the fantasy genre probably as long as I’ve been alive. When other children outgrew their imaginary playmates, Guardian Angels, and magical thinking, I never did. I still believe. And because I believe in Fantasy, I read Fantasy, I write Fantasy, I live Fantasy.
My first memories are of reading: walking the aisles of the Library, seeking out knowledge, wisdom, and most importantly, escape-escape to another reality, another time, another place. Here is where my initial interests in Fantasy as a genre expanded to included Science Fiction, Horror, and Paranormal; Historical, Supernatural, Occult—anything but non-fiction, which generally is too close to consensus reality to interest me, or to provide an escape.
The first novel I remember reading wasn’t actually a children’s book. Andre Norton’s wonderful Lord of Thunder, a science-fiction novel which I consider to have elements of fantasy. Reading it, I was immediately transported to a different world, one with exciting characters who earned my empathy, action-adventure, and best of all, writing that enabled my escape from the Real World. And after all, isn’t that what the best fiction is all about? At least it is, for me.
Frost's character story entry has been graciously accepted by the Great Father of Lust, Quont
{who has demonstrated uncommon patience in dealing with the heretofore blockheaded Disciple Frost}
and has been placed securely on the Scribe to Scribe Character Forum!
{Frost bows and blushes}
Three Legend stories are also in the pipeline, clearly delineating some of the background reasons for Frost's odd behaviour, intriguing lifestyle choices
{after all, not everyone wishes to become an Incubus},
and bizarre identity crises.
Come see Frost's on-stage debut at The Forum: http://www.mernac.com/modules/newbb/viewtopic.php?topic_id=2250&forum=59&post_id=19145#forumpost19145
"Whatever you discover on your path to deeper inner wisdom, just remember that you are cherished by your Lord and Master and a part of my family now, dear sweet Frost."
Thanks to the above, and to diligent {if unwilling} persistence, Frost has indeed experienced a therapeutic breakthrough and last night, despite the distractions of Harpies, penned a NEW and painful character introduction. May it see the Light {errr, the Dark} of Mernac very soon.!
Reader Vickie, Ethereal Fire Disciple of Mernac, called Frost confused, and offered a cropping, and assistance in igniting the flames of passion {sigh}
while Reader Skjald positioned Frost on the Therapeutic Couch and delivered insightful and pointed analysis:
http://skjald.blogspot.com/2007/06/who-is-incubus-frost.html
What can we expect next, Inveterate Readers, in the ongoing Saga of the "Incubus Who Can't Find His Way"?
Well, currently, Frost is suffering a difficult allergic reaction to the
Good Sabbat of Midsummer and is, metaphorically, out on a
gender identity limb. Frost is uncertain as to who and what
he/she/it truly desires to be {at least, in the moment}. So Frost
needs to step up to the plate, come out of the Dungeon closet, and
get to work Incubising.
Currently Frost is expressing a desire for lavender-shaded orchids
{Orchids??!!} and Dungeons, Stone slab floors and head-bashing,
and caning by British public school masters of the 1920's-1930's
{an era not covered under the Age of Quont, i don't think, but
pertinent to our Frost at the moment, nonetheless}
The question is, in what direction is Frost headed, and do we need
to head him/her/it off into another avenue entirely?
So, Dear Reader, we ask YOUR input: PLEASE point Frost in some
direction or other! Give us your thoughts, your woes, your pain,
your poor teeming masses--but give us direction!
Your input may be featured in the continuation of Frost's character
introduction; though, on the other hand, it may be completely
ignored if Frost is in one of his/her/its dominating OR anarchic
anti-authoritarian modes.
I am an Elf! Granted, I do live in a fantasy universe, the World of Mernac. I am not a Fairy! I don't have wings, I have pointed ears;--and an Attitude! I don’t shake fairy dust when I vibrate in anger—but beware my Attitude! I have platinum hair to knee-length, silver eyes, and all the glitter—is Attitude!
Not all that lives in Faery Lands are Fairy. Some of us have something more important than wings and magic glitter dust and miniscule size range; some of us have Attitude! And what is better: the ability to flit and sprinkle glitter, or the capacity to exude Attitude, sensuality, and disdain?? Hmmph!
Sometimes embracing the Shadow results in painful or horrifying scenes being played out on the scene of my creative Consensus Reality, acted out not by myself but by other character actors in my play, and I despise and fear it. Such happened twice in the past few days; and the first was so painful that I cannot look at it face on. I try to turn from its view like a man turning from the first extending tentacles of the first glimmering light of an impending nuclear explosion; but those same tentacles firmly grasp my head and draw me back to face this reality vision. Thinking of it feels like a razor blade scraping across the front of the inside of my brain. The night it happened, I went to bed early, slept only one hour, then was awakened by the repetetitive tape-loop recall of the earlier event: playing over and over and over for hours till I became emotionally distraught and sick at heart, and still I could not escape its replay.
A Crisis I am in, and there seems no open door,
Seems no door at all,
In this room of odd shape,
No windows, no doors, no entry, no exit.
Just painful depression and despair.
No exit, said Sartre, and ah yes, here I sit,
No exit, no entry, so how did I arrive?
More to the point,
How do I escape?
This isn't a Crisis of Reviewing,
or a Crisis of Critiquing,
or even a Crisis of Email;
much less is it a Crisis of Writing,
or a Crisis of Reading.
This is a Crisis of Obligation.
The slide into the Black Pit of Despair
The drawing down and out of my Soul
The Source is Obligation
Only Obligation
And the Solution: Does Even One Exist?
Now Offering Reviews and Critiques!
I've decided to offer reviews and critiques as a service to other writers. Reviews will be posted here on the blog. Critiques will be returned directly to the authors. I shall also include spontaneous reviews of books I find so compelling that I think other readers need to know of them.
I've reviewed in online venues for over 15 months; and I've critiqued online for approximately 8 months. I've read like a hungry dragon for 5 decades; and I've written nearly since I could form the letters.
Interested parties may feel free to email me for information or to offer arc's, author copies, and manuscripts, at: incubus.frost.of.mernac@gmail.com
All such communication will be acknowledged within a day or so with a reply.
In regard to submitted review material and critiques, I'll endeavour to make the turnaround time one week or less {unless I become swamped with requests}. There is, of course, absolutely no fee for this service, as I am volunteering my own time and efforts.
I believe I have a distinct vision when it comes to any and all of these activities, and I think that authors deserve this service. When I discover a book that I am impelled to rave over, I now have a venue in which to share my excitement.
Seeing as how this Blog is a conduit to The World of Mernac, for purposes here, reviews and critiques shall be limited to works of fantasy and imagination. For other genres, please feel free to check out the services offered at:
http://montgomery-sword-author.blogspot.com/
For information or to offer material for reviews and/or critiques, please email:
Email Incubus Frost
4 Jun 07
Lately all my good decisions seem to appear at weekends: on Saturday the germ of an idea commences, and then nags me during its germination for 24 hours. On Sunday afternoon, I find myself putting the decision into effect. Last weekend, which was the Memorial Day holiday weekend here in the States, I embraced my Shadow, and have been rolling with that one for the past week. What a difference that decision has made in my life, and joy!
This weekend I rolled out from under a major boulder, one that seemed far taller and wider than I, and much more immovable. Since I couldn't budge the boulder, I had to find a way to escape it, and I did. On Saturday morning I realised that the situation had become unmanageable to the point that the merest thought of it caused me to slip into a pit of black despair. That, clearly, was untenable. So I spent a little more than the 24 hours deciding that I needed to act. When I did, Sunday afternoon, it followed an assault on my Shadow life {dangling a carrot I didn't really care about before me, then demanding to know if I planned to fulfill my overdue duties}. My response: doubtfully--I'm in a crisis, in regard to this venue, so more than likely I won't be continuing beyond the present.
Actually, the present ended only a couple of hours later; now I'm not continuing with it at all. A while back, I spent 19 months living in a particular geographical region in which I continuously perceived myself as emotionally smothered. Odd as it sounds, emotionally I could not breathe. The awareness of being pressed, as was occasionally performed on witches centuries ago, was constant and vivid. {Yes, I know that historically only Giles Corey was pressed, and he not accused of witchcraft, but rather condemned for reporting his wife Martha and some others.} The comparison still stands though: living there felt like lying prone with rocks laid atop my lungs.
So too is the situation I ended yesterday: only this boulder was larger than life, and much uglier.
This weekend decision-making process is enlightening; so far the changes have proved scrumptious. I'm eager to see what the next weekend will bring.
{4 Jun 07}
2007-05-28
....no matter how hard an Incubus tries, life doesn't always fall into place.. Some days..I just irritate folks...or worse! Today {27 May 07} is one of those days.. It makes me want to give in to my Dark Side, reclaim the power of my 12th House Stellium, and my 12th House Pluto, and let 'er rip. Where are you, O Goddess of Chaos? I think a dedication ceremony might be in order; I might as well get some credit for my disasters. Some days...an Incubus just doesn't succeed..
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