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Guess What?? I'm Starting a New Blog!!

My dear dear friends, I have the most exciting announcement to make!

Slightly impulsively but after due consideration nonetheless, I have come to the conclusion that it is time for me to start a new blog.

Tangle Webs and Fairy Rings has been a delightfully fun little place for the last...three years? Yes, three years--the first post went up in July 2015. My, how time has flown. And I've been fond of it, yes I have. I've learned so much about blogging, and made some really wonderful friends (something I never expected when I set up this shy little website!).

However. As I hope to be published one day, I cannot go by Lucy Agnes forever. And now is as good a time as any to reveal my true name to you. And while I was designing a new profile, I thought I might as well go the whole length and start a new blog. A slightly more professional one.

Typically for me, I'm too sentimental to delete this first attempt at blogging altogether, so this site will still be here.

But from no…

The Motherly Writer's Award

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Happy New Year, everyone! A few weeks late, that is...but the year still feels new and sparkly. Especially taking into account the beautiful snowfall my neck of the woods has gotten. Don't you love it when winter is wintery? Things should be true to their nature, they should, they should. *sage nod*

Well! Naturally it would be quite nice to have a sparkly New Year's Post to go along with the New Year...but. The lovely Belle Anne @ Worlds of Ink and Paper has semi-recently tagged me for a beautifully named tag, and I could not resist the temptation to finally post it.

So! Without further ado, here is the Motherly Writer's Award!!

(And isn't Belle's little tag picture perfect??? All the other images in this post come from Pinterest.)


How motherly are you to your characters? What sort of a mother? Strict but attentive? Spoiling and soft? Tender but cautious? Or perhaps you are one of those writer mothers who is not so motherly?

Lately, I'm afraid, I have been a bu…

God Bless Us, Every One

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I was recently in a theater production of Dickens' A Christmas Carol. And oh, my goodness, it was an amazing experience. I love putting on plays, and I love my dear old high school theater group, and I love the story--and on top of it all, it actually snowed for our last two performances! Dressed in our Christmas costumes, the entire cast stood in the beginnings of a winter wonderland. It was picturesque.

Not surprisingly, then, Dickens' delightful Christmas fairy tale has occupied the forefront of my mind for the past few days.

 There are dozens upon dozens of beautiful things about A Christmas Carol. It's a redemption story, which makes the whole thing wonderful; it's full of colorful characters, including three very memorable ghosts and an even more memorable old Ebeneezer Scrooge; it's overflowing with gorgeous prose, from powerful speeches about social justice to heartwarming descriptions of family dinners. It simply dazzles with gems.

One of the gems in the …

Character Study of Frigga

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So, I have this post in the works entitled "Queen Mothers" and was planning on including Frigga in it as one of three featured characters.

But every time I sit down to write a two-paragraph blurb about Frigga...it doesn't work. She's too fascinating. There's too much to say about her, too many aspects of her character I want to touch on, too much potential depth. I just don't have the discipline to keep it to two paragraphs.

Therefore, I am here allowing myself the luxury of an entire post on Frigga.


(And yes. I do realize that this blog is becoming suspiciously peppered with Marvel posts. Maybe "peppered" isn't the right word? Perhaps "infiltrated" would be better? "Flooded?" "Overwhelmed?" "Inundated?" Yes, I think "inundated" is about right...)

Frigga As a Strong Woman The spectacular Kate @ Story and Dark Chocolate recently did a post on the "strong woman" trope, which I dearly lov…

Christmas Carols for Advent

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Today was the First Sunday of Advent in the liturgical calendar, everyone! Christmas is drawing nigh! The time is here to begin preparing our hearts for the Infant Savior!

Advent is a really beautiful Church season, rife with memories--the welcome sight of the Advent wreath in the sanctuary, like a tiny preview of Christmas decorations in the church; our family's gallant and futile attempts to see the Jesse Tree devotion through until the end of December (we've come pretty close a time or two!); our equally gallant and frequently futile attempts to prepare a manger for Baby Jesus by putting straws in a box whenever a good deed is done. (Little traditions like that are hard to stick to, guys.)


But in addition to fun and warmth and good cheer, Advent brings a challenge.

Because if you really want to follow the liturgical calendar--and in my family, that's the rule--it means going against the grain.

Growing up, my siblings and I always greeted the onset of Christmas decorat…

The Faith of a Child

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Do you remember what it's like to be very, very young? Do you remember the days when life was new and wonderful? Do you remember when truth jumped out at you as something startling and glorious?

I do--at least, I think I do.

I remember being a very little Catholic at my mother's knee, learning my catechism. Some might think basic catechism lessons sound boring--but they held that four-year-old girl spellbound.


Because after all, aren't the most basic truths the most marvelous?

Even at that age I longed for a time machine, and the Catholic Church handed me one: in he Communion of Saints I could befriend heroes from earlier centuries whenever I wanted. Even at that age I had an overactive imagination, and the Faith satisfied my thirst for the fantastic with stories of miracles. Even at that age I loved drama and beauty, heroism and sacrifice, and Christianity nourished that love with tales of saints and martyrs. Best of all, it gave me, in the Eucharist, the chance every y…

Ragnarok Review

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Guys, I'm so unreasonably proud of myself.

I saw a movie in theaters.

That never happens.

And, partly because I'm so excited and partly because I'd be squealing about this anyway in my monthly books-and-movies report, I'm going to make a post out of it.

You're welcome.


My expectations going into this movie: I was a bit of a nervous wreck before seeing it, actually. I wanted to like it, oh, desperately so. But I doubted Marvel's ability to make another Thor movie worthy of the first two. Call me a cynic. I am one, when it comes to Hollywood. I'd just seen a slew of Marvel movies rife with gunfights and explosions, and feared this one would be yet another too violent for my taste. I'd heard that Ragnarok was supposed to be extremely funny, and feared the attempts at humor would either be crude and vulgar or simply so overdone as to kill the heart of the story. I'd noticed a marked absence of both Jane and Darcy in all the previews, and feared that …