February 10th, 2012

 

This is the first of several little bits that I’ll be posting between now and the March release of Shadow’s Fall; just some fun stuff to get everyone geared up.

Stay tuned – soon I’ll have an excerpt from the new book available to whet your appetite as well!

This scene is, unfortunately for those who requested one, not a threesome – it’s a brief window into a pivotal moment in Signet history…when boy meets boy.

No real spoilers, so you can read it regardless of where you are in the series.  No content warnings either – not so much as a smooch.  Click on the link to download the pdf.

The Job Interview

 

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Posted in Shadow World |
February 8th, 2012

 1 – I love my Fraggle Hat.

My Bestie made it for me.  Unfortunately the Texas “winter” is not cooperating this year – I haven’t gotten to wear it, or any of my new gloves, at least not yet.

 2 – I love Ana Forrest’s new book Fierce Medicine.

It’s both a memoir of her healing journey and a life guide that combines yoga practice and Native American tradition – a true Spiritual Nomad if I’ve ever seen one!  Seriously, this book is a bona fide sock-knocker.  I can’t do much with her asana suggestions at the moment because of my crummy fitness level and knee issues, but her discussions of breathing techniques and the spiritual ideas of the book are a thing of beauty.  Plus she’s snarky and often hilarious, which of course I appreciate.

 3 – I love this white sage stick incense by Juniper Ridge.

Sage is a magical can of whoopass when it comes to cleansing your home (or anything) but I’ve always found smudge wands a massive pain in the butt to keep burning and not drop burning ash on the carpet.  These sticks don’t have any fillers or charcoal; you just get the pure sacred-sweat-socks smoke of sage.  It’s expensive stuff for stick incense, but one box will last me a year.  I want to try their sweetgrass, too – sweetgrass is an even bigger pain to keep lit.

 4 – I love “Stereo Hearts” by Gym Class Heroes.

And not just because I want to climb Adam Levine like my Aunt Sandy’s peach tree.  It’s a really cute song (and infernally catchy), plus the video is adorable:

 5 – I love digging deep into the world I’ve created in my novels.

Working on Book 4, I’m reaching into the mythology of the Signets as well as learning even more about my characters.  I love Miranda’s strength and courage, David’s mind, Jonathan’s patience, Deven’s complexity, Cora’s compassion…hell, I even love Prime Hart, because when he gets his comeuppance it’s going to be SO MUCH FUN.  I’m working on another Shadow World Extra for the time between now and Shadow’s Fall’s release (possibly more than one).

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Posted in Ten Things |
February 3rd, 2012

You know what I don’t get? Okay, let me make a short list, which is by no means exhaustive.

1. Why in the seven levels of hell did Elena’s parents stay in Mystic Falls given that, according to Abby Bennett, they knew she was the Doppelganger? Of all the billionty places they could have lived that the Originals wouldn’t have looked–was it some kind of “hide in plain sight” thing? Whose brilliant idea was that?

2. Are we going to see Klaus do his body-switching trick again, or was that just a weird plot device? So far we haven’t heard a peep about it this season.

3. Why do I keep wanting to fall asleep every time Bonnie’s on screen this season? I should care way more about her and her mom’s drama, but they mostly just seem like a massive monkey wrench that keeps interrupting the story’s rhythm. A really, really boring monkey wrench. This episode was great, but it would have been 10 times better without stopping to deal with the Witches. They’re a massive energy-suck. In his last 45 seconds on screen I gained more sympathy for Bad Daddy than I’ve had in two episodes for Abby.

That’s all I can think of right now. Let’s get down to business.

Could this pic BE any sexier, incidentally?

 

Right Where We Left Off at Haus of Klaus

Man, how long has this season gone on so far? Renovating a house takes months.

ELIJAH: Hi. *administers beatdown*

KLAUS: We really should sell tickets to this. It’s hotter than hell.

ELIJAH: Can we talk about that thing where you SUCK?

KLAUS: I do! Boy do I ever! Let me tell you the full story of my suckdom, because…erm…my honesty will win you over?

ELIJAH: …okay.

KLAUS: Hey, did you know that “gullible” isn’t in the dictionary?

ELIJAH: Yeah, fuck you too.

*title card*

Gilbert Haus

Alaric, bless him, is hung over and looking for aspirin. Elena’s up and ready for her Buffy jog.

ALARIC: I am an outstanding role model for young people.

ELENA: Dude, at this point, you’re the sanest person on this show who isn’t Caroline.

*doorbell*

SHERIFF FORBES: I’m here to violate police procedure.

ELENA: Must be Thursday.

SHERIFF: You know that chair leg we found in the douchey ME? It’s yours. And it’s got your prints on it.

Meanwhile, Damon is walking through a sunlit meadow. My hand to God.

ELENA, on the phone: The Sheriff doesn’t think I killed the guy, just that someone’s offing Council members.

DAMON: Meredith did it.

ALARIC: Sexyassholesayswhat?

DAMON: You told her where all your weapons were hidden. Weirdest come-on ever, by the way.

ALARIC: It worked on you.

DAMON: I’m special. Anyway, Meredith was the guy’s ex, it happened the night they fought, two and two equals psycho.

ELENA: I refuse to believe that. There’s no way Ric can be *that* godawful with women.

ALARIC: …

DAMON: …

ELENA: *facepalm*.

We see that the sunny meadow is, in fact, a meeting-place for Damon and Elijah…who has gotten a haircut and is holding a note that Damon tucked in his pocket after undaggering him.

ELIJAH: *has swagger*

DAMON: You don’t happen to know what’s in the Mystery Box, do you?

Rune-Carved Cave of Wonders

Stefan, Bonnie, and Abby (oh goody) head down into the cave, where Damon thoughtfully tucked the Mystery Box, or rather, had some human dudes tuck it for him since vampires can’t get in.

ABBY: What’s all this?

BONNIE: *explains the coffin plot for us again*

STEFAN: Okay, ladies, get to cracking.

ABBY: But I don’t have any magic!

STEFAN: Neither I nor my volumizing hair products give a rat’s ass. Get to work.

Stefan climbs out of the tunnel where Elena is waiting to confront him about possibly killing the ME.

Stefan, for some reason, is having trouble with the fact that she thinks he might be a murdering dick, on account of his being a murdering dick and all.

Y’know, I’d like this whole Darth-Stefan-morphing-back-into-boring-Stefan thing much better if he wasn’t acting like it’s everyone’s fault (meaning Damon’s) that he pushed Elena away. Yes, Stefan got with Klaus to save Damon’s life, but who exactly was he saving when he drove Elena over that bridge? That right there would be psychotic enough to break up a normal couple.

I’m not arguing that Damon’s better–just that Stefan, all on his own of his own free will, has done enough to drive Elena away. If the result of being conflicted is Stefan turns into a petulant child, I’d really, really rather him stay evil.

Actually I would anyway because evil Stefan is awesome. But I digress.

Mystic Falls General Hospital

Caroline and Elena have come to pick up Bad Daddy, but Meredith informs her that he checked himself out. Meredith makes it clear she knows Caroline’s a fang-bearer, and I have to wonder how many other people in Mystic Falls know full well what’s going on in their midst but continue to live there anyway.

MEREDITH: Your dad’s a Grade-A cockweasel, by the way. I gotta go – I need to call Alaric and find out what the hell he meant by “epic threesome.”

Caroline tries to call her dad…only to hear his phone ringing somewhere nearby.

AUDIENCE: Oh boy, does that not bode well.

BAD DADDY: *is in a storage room, filed under S for Stabbity*

CAROLINE: Don’t be dead, Daddy, don’t be dead!

AUDIENCE: *wibble*

ELENA: He had vampire blood in his system, though, so–

BAD DADDY: *gaspawake*

Cave of Wonders

Bonnie lectures her mother on sucking, then conveniently has Abby’s grimoire open to exactly the page they need.

ABBY: See this symbol, the one that looks like a Japanese rope bondage trick? It means we need two generations to…do whatever. Seriously, I doubt anyone’s really paying attention to the mechanics of this spell, they just want us to get on with it.

BONNIE’S BROW: *furrows*

Salvatore Den of Antiquities

Stefan is flouncing about being a jerk, but he’s shirtless, so it’s all good. Damon informs him that they have a double date with the Original Boys to negotiate a truce or something like that, which is basically a ruse to buy time for the Witches to unseal the Mystery Box.

STEFAN: I’m sorry, I can’t hear you. You kissed my girlfriend.

DAMON: I’m sorry, I can’t hear you, I’m busy NOT DRIVING HER OVER THE BRIDGE WHERE HER PARENTS DIED. Also, kindly remember that Klaus is the reason all of this is happening. Now sack up and put on this shirt.

AUDIENCE: Nooooo! Dinner parties are always better without shirts!

MFGH

Bad Daddy is up and around and has somehow found a clean shirt. Caroline and Elena remind us all how turning into a vampire works, only to have Bad Daddy let us know that he may be an asshole but he’s a consistently written asshole who has no intention of turning into a vampire.

Gilbert House

Alaric lays out his entire arsenal to take inventory. Elena comes home with the knife that killed Bad Daddy.

ALARIC: This is from the crawlspace. Meredith knew where it was.

ELENA: Jesus Christ, how long were you two talking about weapons before you started making out? Did you give her a blueprint of the house too?

ALARIC: I sure know how to pick ‘em, don’t I.

ELENA: We should start a club.

Haus of Klaus – Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner?

For reasons known only to crazy hybrids, Klaus has found someone to cook a steak dinner for the boys, rather than just inviting them over for blondes.

KLAUS: *is jovial and homicidal*

STEFAN: I’m not here to negotiate. I’m here to make things uncomfortable.

DAMON: I can’t take you anywhere, can I. Come on, now, Mr. Grumpy Pants, here comes the airplane….

STEFAN: *deathglare*

KLAUS: I’m so glad you undaggered my brother.

DAMON: *winks at Elijah* The more the merrier.

ON SECOND VIEWING: *that line is pure awesome*

KLAUS: Of course, Elijah and I always manage to work things out, because we love each other and I’ll stab him and put him in a box if he doesn’t do what I want.

STEFAN: Wait, Klaus, where’s Rebekah? Oh, right, you daggered her too so you wouldn’t have to face up to killing your mom.

DAMON: *actual dialogue* Hey Stef, remember when you killed Dad? Might want to dial down the judgment till dessert.

Caroline’s Porch

CAROLINE: Do you think Meredith did this?

ELENA: Much as it sucks, probably, yeah.

Caroline and Elena’s ensuing conversation about her father is pretty heartbreaking, due mostly to Candice Accola, who is a magical unicorn made of wonderful.

CAROLINE: I don’t want my dad to die. Even after everything he did.

ELENA: You can’t force him to turn…you can’t take his choices away.

AUDIENCE: *cough*Jeremy*cough*

Matt shows up, and he and Caroline hug fiercely while she cries.

Still Less Awkward Than Most Family Thanksgivings

ELIJAH: So, where’s Elena?

KLAUS: Boy, did you miss a lot. You won’t believe this, but these two are fighting over a Petrova doppelganger.

ELIJAH: Now would be a great time to tell them about the Original Petrova, wouldn’t it?

KLAUS: Totally.

ELIJAH: Well, see, there was this girl, and Klaus and I both had a squish on for her. We knew she’d put out because she had already had a baby, thereby ensuring the bloodline continued, and there was all this competing and fighting over her until our mother pretty much killed her.

DAMON: Wait…your mom killed your girlfriend…to stop you from arguing?  And your dad killed all of you because he was too much of a dick to leave the werewolves alone? At least you people come by your batshit insanity honestly.

ELIJAH: It gets better. Mom fed us Tatia’s blood to turn us into vampires. So basically, having the hots for Petrovas is hereditary. Sorry, guys.

KLAUS: But we made up eventually, because family is the most important thing.

Damon and Stefan exchange a sullen but meaningful look.

Cave of Slow-Ass Pacing from Hell

Bonnie and Abby are trying to pop the Mystery Box. Bonnie lectures Abby again about being a shitty mom, and guilts her into trying again.

See, there? That took two sentences. Why did this scene have to take A MILLION YEARS, when there were way more exciting things happening elsewhere? Total flow-killer, I’m telling you.

Finally, the candles flare up and the box almost sort of jiggles a bit. Bonnie, convinced they’re getting somewhere, goes to call Damon and tell him they’re making progress.

Unfortunately that means she leaves Abby alone, and we know what happens to people left alone in creepy rooms.

MYSTERY BOX: *POPS*

ABBY: *gasps*

SCREEN: *goes black*

Back at Haus of Klaus

DAMON: So here’s the deal. We’ll give you back the coffin, but you and all your Original kin have to leave town forever.

KLAUS: Oh, I can’t do that. I need Elena’s blood handy for hybrid-making purposes. The hilarious thing is that eventually you’re going to get her killed–you two are the worst thing that could possibly happen to her.

I seem to recall Isobel saying something similar back in season 1. And it was pretty much true then too.

Damon looks upset by the words, and Stefan just looks pissed. Damon leaves to “get some air;” Elijah goes with him to make sure he doesn’t run off or steal the silver or anything. And as awesome as the conversation between Klaus and Stefan might have been, Klaus decides he’d rather eat the waitress.

Gilbert Haus

Matt has walked Elena home from Caroline’s.

MATT: This town is fucked up and wrong.

Elena can’t argue with that, but she doesn’t have to, because they walk in to find the electricity is inexplicably out.

AUDIENCE: RUN. RUN FAST AND FAR.

ELENA: *runs neither fast nor far, but finds a flashlight*

AUDIENCE: DO YOU EVEN WATCH THIS SHOW?

As she and Matt are digging around for candles, they find a pool of blood…and smeared handprints in blood leading up the stairs. In a show full of creepy shit, this is one of the creepiest things I’ve seen yet.

Worse yet? The blood trail leads to Alaric, who has been stabbed with what looks like the same knife as Bad Daddy.

Alaric is only mostly dead, however, and comes to long enough to tell Elena to kill him.

MATT: How about we call 911 instead?

ELENA: No, he’s right–if I kill him he’ll come back, because I’m a supernatural being. *stabbity*

MATT: THIS IS NOT OKAY.

Haus of Klaus

DAMON: So, about that deal?

KLAUS: How about instead I make sure Elena lives a long life and has lots of babies, and you two bugger off?

STEFAN: How about you suck my–

KLAUS: *flaming rage* Fetch my coffin, hot stuff, or Forehead here gets roasted.

DAMON: *sigh* Fine, fine. Hey Elijah, come with me.

Caroline’s House

Caro tries again to convince her dad not to die, but his mind is made up.

CAROLINE: I can’t believe you hate me this much!

BAD DADDY: No, I don’t hate you, sweetheart, I love you. Love the sinner hate the sin, right? Besides, you turned out so fantastic, even though you’re a bloodsucking hellbeast, that I’m almost sympathetic for a second.

Caroline breaks down sobbing. Bad Daddy, while consoling her, looks over at Sheriff Forbes, who is also crying.

Klaus Haus – Guess Who’s Coming to Dessert?

Klaus and Stefan face each other, Klaus demanding to know what happened to the Rippah he married…then Klaus’s expression changes.

KLAUS: Elijah…why aren’t you off getting the coffin with Damon?

ELIJAH: You forgot dessert.

Elijah reveals a tray bearing daggers.

ELIJAH: Incidentally? I’M THE BAMF AROUND HERE, BROTHER.

OTHER TWO ORIGINAL BROTHERS: Damn skippy.

REBEKAH: *stabbity*

ELIJAH: You boys can go. This is a family matter.

Stefan and Damon wisely exit stage left. Klaus actually looks terrified.

LET THE HEARTFELT MUSICAL MONTAGE BEGIN!

Caroline’s House

Bad Daddy is now an Ex Daddy. Caroline sits next to him, crying.  It’s very sad, of course, but I’m too busy singing “Ding Dong, the Cockweasel’s Gone.”

Gilbert Haus

Elena sits vigil with Alaric, who is still dead. She asks Matt to stay with her until he’s…less dead.

ELENA: I can’t lose any more family.

MATT: *hugs her tight*

Off in the Woods

STEFAN: Okay, fine, undaggering Elijah was a good idea.

DAMON: Don’t sound so excited.

STEFAN: You also saved my ass, which puts us at what, 15 to 1 on the ass-saving scale?

DAMON: Shut up.

STEFAN: If you’d left me there you would have had Elena all to yourself.

DAMON: I guess you haven’t noticed that this entire show revolves around the epic love between me and you, not us and Elena.

Gilbert House

Elena, on the phone with Sheriff Forbes, finds out that Meredith has an airtight alibi for Alaric’s stabbing. So that’s three people stabbed by an unknown assailant who knows where all of the Gilbert weapons are kept. Maybe Elena’s got a cousin out there somewhere.

ALARIC: *gaspawake*

Cave of Wonders

The brothers Salvatore arrive to find two unconscious Witches and an empty Mystery Box.

Everyone who had money riding on who was in the coffin braces themselves.

Haus of Klaus

Rebekah smashes some things in her righteous fury.

KLAUS: This was supposed to be our house, where we could live as a family. I had no idea you’d all react badly to being daggered and stuffed in boxes–NO IDEA!

ELIJAH: We will be a family. Just without you. We’re leaving, and we’re going to kill Elena, so you can never make more hybrids and will be alone forever, because payback is a bitch whose side-part has come and gone.

KLAUS: I’m not askeered of any of you! I can’t be killed!

ELIJAH: Sure you can, as soon as we get the Mystery Box.

The Originals glare at Klaus with steely eyes, and Klaus is near tears; damn, but Joseph Morgan does the man-cry like a boss, doesn’t he?

And now it’s time for tonight’s WTF Cliffhanger:

The door opens, and Elijah stares at it in absolute shock; mouths fall open all around the room, including Klaus’s.

Esther, the Original Mom, stands there in her green Witchy dress, looking stern.

She walks up to Klaus, who can’t even look her in the face.

ESTHER: LOOK AT ME.

KLAUS: Yes Mommy.

Klaus assumes Esther is there to kill him, but despite whatever the hell she was doing on the other side with the ghosts in Mystic Falls, her intentions are apparently elsewhere.

ESTHER: I’m here to forgive you, my son. I want us to be a family again.

*title card*

The audience’s head explodes. Or maybe just mine – the sheer volume of WTFery in this show might end me yet.

 

 

 

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Posted in TVD Recaps |
February 2nd, 2012

Believe in me.

 

For days I haven’t left the house.  The world out there has nothing for me.  The world in here has its claws digging into my flesh, each chakra pierced with obsidian-black talons that tug, slowly but insistently, back toward the bed.  The bed is safe.  The bed is warm.  It makes no demands, it gives no excuses.  My bed wants only the best rest it can give me, amid the soft flannel sheets and dark red comforter, the riot of pillows fashioned into a nest, the gauze curtain that works as a semi-canopy in my Desi Meltdown Decor.

There I stay, for days, sleeping and waking, sleeping and waking, sometimes crying, mostly just sleeping and staring off at nothing.  Listening to the cars roll by down on the ground level, cars taking people to their lives, their jobs, their purpose.  I, without purpose, have only to sleep.

About once a day I get out of bed and take a shower.  I don’t mind wearing my pajamas all day, I don’t mind looking like hell, but I refuse to be dirty.  I can feel myself shutting down.  First, the world loses its color.  Then sound begins to muffle.  Time changes–it slows to a crawl and then speeds up to a gallop at random intervals, leaving me with no idea what day or time it is.

I try to meditate, or get up and move, or do any of the things that are supposed to help.  I have studied and worked relentlessly for years to amass an arsenal of tools for just this sort of thing…but the fact is, the sad fact, is that sometimes, nothing works.  Sometimes you just have to curl up and enter the Cave of Fire and let yourself burn for a while.

It’s not as dramatic as all that, though.  Mostly it’s very quiet, the room dark and cool; the bedside is littered with tissues and perhaps an empty Pop Tart box and several stacks of books.  Is it a hospice room, or a convalescent ward?  Perhaps both.

God and I begin to discuss the situation.

“If this is as good as it’s gonna get,” say I, “I don’t think I can do it.  If I get a few good days followed by this…I don’t know if those days are worth it, Lord.”

And God says, “Go to sleep.”

Things go on like that for a while.  I lament, and I doubt, and I sob, and I stare into space, and God says, “Go to sleep.”

One night, I feel a crack in the shell around the room. I’m rereading an old favorite self-help book that’s always given me remarkable inspiration* and something in one of the exercises causes a subtle vibration in the walls, just the tiniest change.  I begin to process some things that had been weighing me down, using the ideas in the book, although really, any book or system would have helped, as long as it gave me a way to organize my emotions and look at them with a writer’s eye, seeing them as part of a story I have written around myself…a story that isn’t really me.  It is a sad tale full of heartbreak and pain, but my writer’s eyes can see where the author has taken a few liberties, drawn out poetic license until healthy, reasonable grief became the End of the World Forever, and a bad day became the story of how God Loves Me Not, And Neither Shall He Bring Me Cookies.

So much of our stories is fiction rather than memoir.  Maybe that’s why I enjoy reading memoirs more than novels.

By the next day, the light has begun to creep in.  Sounds are penetrating the gloom.  I hear myself singing in the shower.  I consider, with genuine desire, leaving the house.  A to-do list forms:  pay the rent, check the mail, take out the trash, go to the bank.

It doesn’t just go away – it never goes away.  That dark room isn’t just my bedroom: it’s a room in my heart, and it has sturdy walls and a comfortable bed that asks nothing of me except that I do nothing, see nothing, feel nothing.  It’s a room made of fictions.  The walls are built of not-good-enough; the floor is carpeted with fat-and-ugly; the ceiling is tiled with you’ll-never-be-successful-enough.  The doors are solid oak, carved with “You are unworthy of love,” and “You are damaged goods,” and “You’re going to die alone” and “You are a liar and a hypocrite” in a splendid variety of fonts.  And when I am locked in that room, those are the voices that shut the doors and ram home the deadbolts, draw the curtains and dim the lights.

But after a while, when I have succumbed to that room, Leonard Cohen’s “crack in everything” begins to appear, and the light gets in a little here and a little there, a few wild wisps of clarity lighting up the shadows, tapping my shoulder, waking me up.  “Come outside,” they say.  “Don’t you have stuff to do out there?”

“It doesn’t matter,” I say automatically.  The robotic voice of depression knows its lines well by now.  “Nobody cares.”

“You’ve slept long enough,” they say, and I realize who is really talking.  “It’s time to try again.”

“Five more minutes?” I ask.

God pats me on the head and pulls back the curtains.  I see the world again, and for a moment it terrifies me…but I also want to touch it, to reach out and fluff the top of a tree, or scratch the neighbor’s dog behind the ears.  I know that God is right.  Whatever the meaning of this darkness, whatever I’m supposed to be learning from it, this session is over, and it’s time to go back to work.

Knowing I will be back here fills me with momentary despair.  It never ends.  I’ve spent time in this room since I was a teenager–maybe even longer.  I’ve built it fiction by fiction, with my own self-condemnation and the plentiful scorn of others.  I’ve tried tearing it down with medication, I’ve tried redecorating with various therapies medicinal and alternative.  But it still serves a purpose, this room, and until it’s served, I will never be free of it.

But the door is standing open now – if I linger, it’s by my own choice now.

So I venture out, sniffing the air like a deer, keeping my hands around the doorframe to reassure myself that the ground won’t hurt my feet, the air won’t burn my lungs, the light won’t blind me.  I hear wind chimes.  Wind chimes are the sound of freedom to me.  Holding myself up with the tentative strength of a baby animal, only not half as cute and far more likely to bite.  I hear the chimes, feel my bare feet on grass, and at least, for a while, I am myself again.

Maybe this time I can stay out for more than a week.  The air is warm, and though the weather is unsettling in its unseasonable behavior, something in me has always responded to the season of renewal–even a prematurely born season like this makes me want to believe, desperately, in Spring.

~

 

* – the book in question is Martha Beck’s Steering by Starlight.

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Posted in Spiritual Living |
January 26th, 2012

 

Don’t forget, my lovelies – you can still register for the first voyage of my e-course, Becoming a Spiritual Nomad, until next Sunday at noon!

If you’re already registered but have not yet received your introductory packet, please email me immediately at diannesylvan at gmail dot com.

 

Also, students are encouraged (if you’re into this sort of thing) to join our Nomad Facebook Group where you can hang out and compare notes with other Nomads.

For more information on the course and how to register, click here!

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