It occurred to me today that I am a complete and utter sucker for anything medieval. Swords, castles, flowing dresses, tunics, iron fortresses, dungeons, and the likes seem to constantly lure me away from my world of reality and into my imagination. Countless hours, have I spent, dreaming of charming worlds filled with such medieval things. Even now, as I peruse the various fonts I might put this snippet of writing into, the font "trebuchet" immediately catches my eye. And so begins my daydreams, many trebuchets lined up on a green battlefield in the heat of summer, thousands of foot soldiers behind them, their armor and chain-mail glinting brightly in the sun, the opposing army a league away, less in numbers, led by a fair-headed king atop his white stallion, dressed in royal purple...
And I am jerked from this thought with the cold chill of the air-conditioning vent blasting air on my feet, and the monotonous, near-constant drone of Disney channel in the back round. Yet soon, I guarantee, something, somewhere, will spark those thoughts, and again my mind will return to that green meadow...perhaps, though, this time, the king will not win the battle, the maiden will not be rescued, and the villain will rule supreme. Let's hope not.
So long as I have ample to to concoct these stories, good triumphs over evil. And if it doesn't, well, then I'll rewind my brain and rethink the entire story, searching for what went wrong.
I am not some weaver of tales, despite what my writer's side may argue, but a humble writer afflicted with a virulent disease: medieval obsession.
Bubonic plague, smallpox, an unjust king...these I could do without.
But, so long as I make up the stories, and my medieval-ly obsessed brain is a-whirl, you can basically guarantee that there will be a mention of a sword somewhere in it.
A place where books, writing, Catholicism, thoughts, ideas, and the nonsensical ramblings of my brain are all mixed into one. A brew of my favorite topics that's almost as good as that of my favorite coffee. Almost.
Writerly (Rye-ter-lee) adj. : Of or relating to something that makes one want to dash off and write a story/and or reminds one of something they saw in a book. Example: The antique store, with its tall shelves crammed with unique trinkets and baubles, had a writerly atmosphere that the girl recognized as soon as her foot crossed the threshhold.
Your malady is my happiness! WHAT A GREAT POST! I also feel the same way about certain fonts! Take Book Antiqua- immediately, I imagine an old junk shop out of a Dickens novel- the creaking staircase, the stooped, crany only proprietor, perhaps a wide-eyed urchin who finds something...
ReplyDeleteTwo words: HOW WRITERLY!
I loved reading about your medieval malady! Keep it up!
xoxox, J