I've started writing again and it's been too long since I've posted anything to my little corner of cyberspace! This year, I would like to fall in love with writing again, and so I offer a little series where I promise myself to post at least one meandering a week: a Sunday Story.
This Sunday brings a calm and cozy reflection of what's been inspiring me this month. The Autobiography of Jane Eyre's playing in the background as I write under the afternoon sunlight and the flickering of my Baltic Amber candle. I'm so grateful to have a little break from work to spend time with family, and goof around with my bunny Aiko and my rambunctious new addition, Rosie...a kitten on fire. Although I know it's impossible to think I'll get to all of these things by the end of the day tomorrow, it's nice to have the option!
A few years ago, when Sleepy Hollow was still amazing, I learned of the mysterious first American Colony, Roanoke, that simply ceased to exist. Shortly afterward, I found this thrilling account that reads like an episode of Serial. How does an entire colony just disappear? I'm excited to delve deeper into the mystery whilst mourning my favorite show. I've also started knitting a new shawl (one of many shawl attempts) with Malabrigo yarn in a colorway aptly called: Roanoke! My inner geek started jumping up and down when I learned it's name.
When it comes to stories I write, I always love to fill my life with as many things that inspire the story as possible. This shawl feels reminiscent of one that my 19th Century protagonist would have worn. An heirloom from her mother. The fact that the yarn seems to be inspired by this historical colony further solidifies the connection I make with my character. It's also my first experience with Malabrigo yarn, and I cannot fawn enough over it! It's a plush aran weight yarn, in a beautiful chocolate color that feels like a dream on my skin. And unlike most shawl patterns that are intricate fingering weights, this aran weight shawl will have it completed in no time!
The Night Circus
Here's where I kick myself for waiting so long to pick up this absolutely stunning novel. I'm about half way through, and I just want to dwell in it's vignettes and delights, and glorious language, and a cast of characters I'll never forget! It has me wanting to knit a scarlet scarf and become a true Rêveur and travel the world haunting the sights of this beautiful circus, a flask filled with hot apple cider and a childlike heart. Erin Morganstern's writing gives me the same feeling I felt whilst reading Francesca Lia Block's Echo for the first time: I will spend my life learning to write if it means capturing at least one person's imagination as she has captured mine.
This probably comes as no surprise, for the Brontë enthusiast I am! But one of the things I'm really happy, and fascinated by, is that the literary world seems to be finally giving Anne some notice. When I began to delve into the Brontë's, I found it strange that two sisters would be so prolific, yet one would live forever in their shadows. What made her work less compelling than Thornfield Hall or Thrushcross Grange? What made Charlotte feel she could stop Wildfell from being published after Anne's death? But I'm learning that, although Charlotte or Emily's works are not for the soft at heart by any measure, people like to be coddled to an extent. As long as something seems otherworldly or is filled with ravenous passion, we will always be drawn to it. I, myself, love this kind of literature. But Anne was compelled towards truth. She seemed to want young women to understand that they are not cursed to a life with abusive men simply because society deems it so, that they can make a life for themselves, that they can raise their children single if need be, that they can be free to choose love for themselves. When I discovered that Samantha Ellis wrote a personal account of her journey towards the real Anne Brontë, I had to pick it up. I am on the second chapter, and I'm loving it, save a few points where I disagree a little on her religious criticism. As a bibliophile, I love the size of it, and the way it fits between my hands, and the typeset...you know all those bookish qualities. If you're interested in reading this, please note it contains spoilers to Brontë novels.
FUN FACT: Patrick and Maria Brontë's (Parents) first home still stands as a cozy little Italian Cafe!
If you had no idea about "Hygge" (Danish | pronounced: Hoogah) a few month's ago, there's a high chance that you know about it now! I discovered the word quite awhile ago whilst perusing Other-wordly. I recently finished reading The Little Book of Hygge which defines it as "...the sensation you get when you’re cuddled up on a sofa, in cozy socks under a soft throw, during a storm. It’s that feeling when you’re sharing comfort food and easy conversation with loved ones at a candlelit table. It is the warmth of morning light shining just right on a crisp blue-sky day". I've fallen in love with this Danish pastime, and weaving more of it's cozy warmth into my everyday life. Now I have another little nugget of happy, thanks to my dear friend Casee's recommendation. I wonder when the Swedish custom of "Fika" will rise to popularity.
Twenty Seventeen is the year that I return to writing. Where I stop making excuses and self sabotaging every effort to advance. I taken on Neil Gaiman's famed advice: " You do it. You write. You finish what you write." I not only want to finish, but to enjoy the journey, and stop second guessing every word! I've gone back to editing the second draft of my novel, and I'm excited to choose everyday to overcome. I found this little notebook in Target before I knew what I would use it for, and it's become my "writer peace" book where I don't feel apprehensive about the blank page. And this charming little "Language of Flowers" volume is one that inspires a portion of the story. Now I'm pondering whether I should write to query, or post to Wattpad.
I hope that you're having a lovely weekend so far, that it is relaxing and filled with hygge!