Today was a good day
It was beautiful out. I took Noah and Nonny for a 1 mile walk. I cleaned up a little. We hit the new Lowes in Lowell and ought supplies for boffers. I put together a boffer dagger and a short sword and have supplies for a lot more. My weapons look cheap and duct-tape, but they are cheep and duct tape. Then we went out to visit a friend's child's birthday party and the kids did not want to leave.
Somewhere in there, I found some of my Game notes from Intercon, including a sonnet I spontaneously composed in character while on the jury panel in Camelot's Court of Love. I read this privately to the object of my affections after having my confidence boosted by a spell;
Oh, the grace within my heart
Fills my head with words confused
But within my noblest start
I would plead my sad soul is bruised
For Months we part and months I die
I would not wish to be untrue
No letters from my hand could fly
Although to heav'n my good prayers flew
I can't dear flower ask to forgive
The absence duty has caused to wound
Yet as my love doth thrive and live
So doth my tongue fall all a'swoon
Though these words aren't voiced alone
Yet would I wish you were my own.
I can't believe she turned away after THAT! I managed to pen this in about five minutes. Luckily, the dramatic situation gave me enough room for the grand, romantic theme. I have to say, I am rather pleased with the result, although it is a bit saccharine. It is good practice. I think I will be doing a bit of spontaneous writing/singing in the Seven Virtues game.
More anon...
Somewhere in there, I found some of my Game notes from Intercon, including a sonnet I spontaneously composed in character while on the jury panel in Camelot's Court of Love. I read this privately to the object of my affections after having my confidence boosted by a spell;
Oh, the grace within my heart
Fills my head with words confused
But within my noblest start
I would plead my sad soul is bruised
For Months we part and months I die
I would not wish to be untrue
No letters from my hand could fly
Although to heav'n my good prayers flew
I can't dear flower ask to forgive
The absence duty has caused to wound
Yet as my love doth thrive and live
So doth my tongue fall all a'swoon
Though these words aren't voiced alone
Yet would I wish you were my own.
I can't believe she turned away after THAT! I managed to pen this in about five minutes. Luckily, the dramatic situation gave me enough room for the grand, romantic theme. I have to say, I am rather pleased with the result, although it is a bit saccharine. It is good practice. I think I will be doing a bit of spontaneous writing/singing in the Seven Virtues game.
More anon...