Showing posts from March, 2016

Character Bio - Able

Well, it's taken me a bit longer to get this up than I was hoping, but here it is at long last! Able's bio. Do please ask him any questions you can think of, and I'll try to post an interview in roughly a week or so. I hope. ;)

Able Age: About 18 or 19
A hardworking, honorable boy with a sunny disposition, Able has always been more or less content with his life in Stonedon's castle. He doesn't like Stonedon, and knows that Stonedon doesn't like him; but since Stonedon has taken him in as half-son, half-servant, and provided him with the necessities of life as well as with a good education, he tries to show his gratitude by making the best of things. Always, Able strives for the ideals of honor and fealty which he has learned from his teacher and his friends.
For all his life, Able has lived a sort of double existence, spending half his waking hours in the fields and the rest as a nobleman. When he is not at lessons or at work, he spends his spare moments with hi…

Beautiful People - March

Time for Beautiful People again! This lovely linkup is hosted by Cait and Sky, and 'tis positively oodles of fun.

This month I'm going to answer the questions for my character Timandra, from my space opera The Prince's Pendant.

What first inspired this character? Is there a person/actor you based her off?

She just sorta came to me. I needed someone to be a best friend to my timid main character, someone with lots of spunk and courage and high-spiritedness. The first scene I ever wrote in her story was one where Timandra and her best friend Ada were locked in a closet. (Her name wasn't originally Timandra; it started out as Rosalie or something and changed on a page-ly basis until I found the right name.)
Timandra is basically a very vivacious version of myself. I also had about three friends in mind when I designed her.  
Describe her daily routine.
During the school year (she attends a boarding school, Star of Heaven), she wakes up at about 7:30 and usually (since it'…

The Problem with Tolerance

Among words as well as among people, there is nothing more irksome - or more dangerous - than a wolf in sheep's clothing. Such a word masquerades as something it is not, slinks about a nation's vocabulary with subtle malice, and sows in the minds of people ideas, attitudes, and habits. By the time it is stripped of its mask and shown as it really is, it may be too late to undo the damage it has caused - already, an entire nation may have fallen prey to its lies.

Such a poisonous word, one frighteningly prominent in today's America, is "tolerance."

"Tolerance?" gasp the masses. "Surely you can't be serious! Tolerance is a word of truth and beauty and goodness, a word we need to clasp to our bosoms and engrave in our hearts! It is not poison!"

To these well-meaning masses, I say: "tolerance" has deceived you. You do not know what a serpent you shelter beneath your roof.

This "tolerance" does not mean mere absence of bigo…

Ellen Interview

Time for Ellen's interview! Thanks to everyone who provided these wonderful questions!

Me: Hullo, Ellen! Thanks for letting me interview you. Ellen: Oh, it's nothing. Me: Alright, let's get started. The first few questions are from Rosie.  She asks, "Do you have a tutor or anything of that nature? If so, is he pleasant or unbearable? What sort of 'accomplishments' do you have?" Ellen: A tutor. Hmm. Well, I don't really have a tutor, exactly. Able gets formal lessons, and he teaches me some of what he learns - that's why I can read a little. My education is mostly in the hands of an old serving woman named Martha. She's been my nurse ever since Stonedon adopted me, and I love her dearly. She teaches me womanly arts, like embroidery. *laughs a little* I suppose fine needlework is the only accomplishment I really have. Me:
Please describe your favorite gown/article of clothing. Ellen: It's a really simple brown dress, with a skirt down to my…

Book Review - Tom Playfair, by Fr. Francis J. Finn

After finishing The Chronicles of Prydain, I naturally had to find another book to read out loud to my siblings; so I decided we would try Tom Playfair, by Fr. Francis J. Finn, S.J. Now, I had read and loved the Tom Playfair series a few years ago, and I longed to share this beautiful and truly edifying story with my siblings - but I was a little doubtful whether my youngest listeners, a 10-year-old brother and an 8-year-old sister, would be able to appreciate a book told in such an old-fashioned style. Much to my delight, my little brother was roaring with laughter by the end of the first chapter. This book review isn't going to be a book review, really. It's gonna be more of a book recommendation. Because I feel incredibly sorry for anyone who has not read this book, and if you are among that unfortunate number, and you do not go and pick it up immediately after reading this post, then I - shall simply whither away and die. Actually. I understand if you won't go pick it…

Infinity Dreams Award

My dear friend Andrea Adams, at her beautiful and fantabulous blog Andrea's Scribbles, has been so kind as to nominate me for the Infinity Dreams award. Thanks, Andrea! Dear readers, do go check out her blog, it's stupendous.

So, this little tag has the following rules:

1. Thank and follow the blog that nominated you.
2. Tell us eleven facts about yourself. 3. Answer the questions that were set for you to answer. 4. Nominate 11 bloggers and set questions for them.
 Eleven Facts:
1. I've never stepped foot inside a school bus. 2. Stars and constellations fascinate me. 3. When I lived in South Carolina with my family as a very little girl, I started to pick up a southern drawl, but I lost it when we moved back north. 4. I'm not a picky eater by any means, but please don't ask me to eat Brussels sprouts. 5. Poetry memorization is a hobby of mine; my greatest achievement so far is Horatius at the Bridge. 6. My pen name, Lucy Agnes, is taken from the names of two of my favorit…

Lovely Books - Quotes

It's time for the last of Tracey Dyck's wonderful linkup, Lovely Books! This edition, glorious thing, is all about quotes. It's an excruciatingly fun edition. Excruciatingly. Because how, how on earth, how in the universe, is one to include even a decent sprinkling of all the wonderful passages of so many hundreds of books into one measly blog post??? Oh well. Here goes. The child hesitated for a moment.
"Will you please call me Cordelia?" she said eagerly.
"Call you Cordelia! Is that your name?"
"No-o-o, it's not exactly my name, but I would love to be called Cordelia. It's such a perfectly elegant name."
"I don't know what on earth you mean. If Cordelia isn't your name, what is?"
"Anne Shirley," reluctantly faltered forth the owner of that name, "but oh, please do call me Cordelia. It can't matter much to you what you call me if I'm only going to be here a little while, can it? And Anne is…