Thanks to the lovely
rowan_d, I've got questions to answer... :)
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Leave me a comment saying "Resistance is Futile."
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Update your journal with the answers to the questions.
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1. What does it feel like to stand close to Xena, have her arms around you? How does her skin feel, what's the texture of her hair, how does she smell, what does she do to your skin?Hehe. Is this just a way to get me to write some Xena? ;P
Okay. Here it goes: It depends. And that is the simple version. Because if Xena is plagued by the nightmares or if those terrible visions come back to life suddenly (
a burned town, a lost soul) - then standing next to her is like being too close to the end of something... the edge of something, fine and deadly - a raw wound, weeping and red. But if you are lucky enough to stand next to Xena when she is in good humor, when the days are bright and the demons at bay - then there is no sun warmer. She will smile at you and slide her arm about your shoulders and you feel like the center of the world - you are the axis on which she spins and spins and it can make you drunk with joy. On those good days, her skin is soft and malleable - almost as worn as the leather she wears, but softer still. It expands with each breath she takes and her body envelopes you more and you lose sight of where she is touching you and where your own flesh begins. And there she is, Xena - a dangerous warrior, a formidable opponent on those endless battlefields - with her long hair tickling your face... black as a raven's wing, a silken wave covering your eyes and her hold on your tighter (
like a lover, like your very best friend) and you inhale - you catch her all around you now, leather and the tang of brass and something that cannot be described... is it a hint of all the seas she has sailed lingering in her locks? Is it the scent of fire, the ones she has caused and the ones she has put out, along her body? Is it the dirt she has laid upon or the rocks she has traversed, is it every passion she has ever felt... is it just the essence of her life that carries over the air and invades your senses, forcing your to lean heavier into her arms?
Yes. It is that and so much more. And if you are lucky enough to be this close to Xena, if she actually lets you in that far... you feel like you've finally dug your way out of the frozen wasteland and are living again. From your head to your toes, you feel like no God and no Goddess ever could - you feel real again.
...How was that? [lol] I hope I did what you wanted.
2. What book or books inspired you the most as a writer?It's funny, because I - at first - thought it would be several. But in really thinking about myself as a writer and my development as a writer, the only book that stands out in my head is
The Silk Road by Jane Summer.
It showed me how to be subtle and how to break rules and how to keep characters... I don't even know how to explain it... to keep them layered and to keep them 'human' as well.
And it taught me the love of endings that are not happy but not sad either - the joys of a 'real' ending, one that is multi-faceted.
3. If I asked you to choose three songs that if I listened to them might bring me some essence of you in the music or lyrics, which three songs would you choose?Rebel, Rebel by David Bowie - My love for this man is so great that I have a hard time expressing it to other people. And this song is everything that I am, everything I wanted to be (but was afraid to reveal, once upon a time) and everything I believe in. It is reckless - but not harmful to anyone - it is about changing the rules within yourself and blurring the lines of gender... and that has been my life. It is my life and will be - in one way or another - until the day I die.
Deep Red Bells by Neko Case - I love people and I like interacting with others more so now than ever, but there is this part of me that just feels like leaving everyone and everything behind. And it's been there for so long that I have accepted that it is a part of me that will not be denied - just tempered. And it sounds like this... a long road, a mournful thing - full of dust and painted skies and echoes and heavy with wanderlust.
The moment I heard this song, I knew I had found a siren that understood what it meant to travel darker paths and maybe never come back.
Blue Train by John Coltrane - It was always a funny thing - to me - to be this little white girl in a town full of white people, in the rural sticks of western North Carolina, and find myself completely entranced by jazz. It called up something in me - sometimes I claim it to be my father-molded side, since it is he who shared it - but I've never been the same since the day I heard this particular tune.
I have this deep love for this music, the way it wraps around me and the way it tells a story and how it can be as melodious (or as abstract) as art. And this was the song that did it - in just one second of those opening notes - and I was hooked. You know, in typing this... I realize that jazz is how I think - linear and discordant all at once, free-form. Wow. Nice revelation there. ;)
4. Did you have a favorite stuffed animal as a child (or now LOL)? Name and species?:)Oh, that's easy. And he is still around, watching over some of my DVD's. His name is Hobbes (yep, like the comic) and he is a tiger. :D
5. And then I'll give you one I already gave out but love to hear replies to: Tell me about a moment in your life that sparkled. One of those rare we-only-get-a-handful-in-a-lifetime moments that seemed larger than life, not possible to be happening to you. Extraordinary enough you wish you could capture it in a Tok'ra crystal. (it needn't look impressive to other people, only feel that way to you)I was trying to think on some moments that seemed 'deep' [lol], but then I reminded myself of the last bit of this question... and so if we are talking the ultimate moment, the one that I could relive and never tire of, the one that left me with no need for food or water or comfort (because I was *that* happy and out-of-my-mind with rapture)... it is simple: seeing David Bowie live, not more than twenty-five feet away from me. It was 90 degrees at night, Atlanta in August, and I didn't care. I didn't feel anything other than overwhelming bliss at seeing him on stage and hearing him sing. And the one second where he squinted his eyes toward myself and some other woman - where we were both flailing our arms to get his attention - and then he waved at us with a little grin... I could have died then and been perfectly content.