Notable Quotes: Vincent van Gogh

Writers, artists, and other creative, deep thinkers tend to say meaningful things which touch us in some way. Author, singer, actress, and poet Maya Angelou, as well as the poet Rumi, were two individuals who left behind some fantastic quotes which resonate with me.

Noted artist Vincent van Gogh was another, and I was inspired to post these three van Gogh quotes after seeing a re-airing of one of my favourite Doctor Who episodes.

These quotes, along with many others, can be found on the GoodReads.com site in case you were interested in having a look.

“The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.”
― Vincent van Gogh

“I try more and more to be myself, caring relatively little whether people approve or disapprove.”
― Vincent van Gogh

“Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all.”
― Vincent van Gogh

Tuesday Tunes: 15 May 2018

The clouds and rain moved in today so no yardwork can be done. A lot has been accomplished so far and the landscaping is coming along nicely. We’re finally redesigning it to our tastes and love the progress.

Doing a bit of writing and gaming today and have music blasting as always. Here are three tunes for Tuesday afternoon.

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Strategic Meeting

Candles burn low on the aged oak table, casting alternating light and shadow on the faces gathered around it. A solid man with long, graying hair braided in a tight rope down to the small of his back leans over a frayed map spread open on the table. Piles of coins hold down ragged corners which curl tighter than a sea serpent preparing to strike.

The man looks up at the slender, cloaked figure standing across from him. “I take it that all has been set in motion?” he queries.
“Aye,” comes the husky reply. “The bait was set and they couldn’t resist it. Even now, they feed obsessively on the decoy. They were quick to reveal themselves, emboldened as they are.”

The man gives a harsh, humorless chuckle. “Good.” He glances about at the four others gathered here in the abandoned barn, his grim expression mirroring theirs. “We must move swiftly, then. Some must leave tonight, the moment this meeting is concluded.” No muttering complaints meet this announcement. They have all been expecting this over the course of the past few months and are prepared to act.

The man leans over the map again. “One is already established in the lands to the north, here.” A blunt finger indicates the port city near the smoldering volcano. “She will be joined by her scholar-in-training to ensure that her disguise and story are compatible and raise no suspicions.”

Next, he indicates a mountainous area in the northwestern part of the map. “Two others are making their way to the land of the Orcs as we speak. They have lodgings ready at one of the strongholds there and will present themselves as apprentices to the new king when he makes his request a fortnight hence.” He glances at the others again. “They will be our eyes and ears there, as we expect new movement from our foes.”

Looking down at the map again, he continues: “Another will set sail to the south from here.” His finger stabs at a port city on the northern tip of a long island. “We expect a great deal of activity there soon, so a coordinator in that strategic location is of utmost importance.”

He gathers up the coins, allowing the map to furl as he distributes the gold to the others in attendance. The amount is not insignificant, as this meeting had been called in haste. The urgency and seriousness of it had been established by the location and sealed with the amount of coin paid.

He puts the map in its special case and re-seals it, tucking it back in the enchanted coffer it normally resides in. Crossing his arms, he meets the gazes of the others again. “The rest of us will set sail from the port to the south and should arrive within a week. With the eyes of our enemies cast elsewhere, we have a short interval to establish our observation posts where we know they will gather next.” He grins, white teeth flashing in the candlelight.

“Staggering our respective arrivals should go unnoticed, but always remain alert. We cannot afford to be as sloppy, lazy, and careless as they.” His expression turns serious again. “Their numbers have rendered them so,” he says softly. “Still, one slip on our part will make this entire operation a worthless cause.”

He casts a meaningful gaze on each face present. “The spies which haunted our guilds were identified and scattered. That important step made this moment possible. Let’s make the most of it, shall we?”

The candles are extinguished as traveling clothes are donned. The guests depart at varying intervals and in different directions. The merging of the three guilds is complete.

The next leg of the journey begins…

Private Audience

Author’s Note: Now that I am free to post my excerpts again, here is the first of many. They will focus on some of the side-stories in my fan fiction.

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The inn is dark and sparsely populated on this wet evening. The lute-player has retired early, as the few patrons present are disinterested in music or entertainment. Dark dealings are rife across the land and many are determined to teach some harsh lessons to those engaging in them.

Such has been Liliorra’s fate. She has lost count of the days which have passed since her capture. Each day that has passed has caused what little hope for rescue existed to dwindle. I have failed you, Lord Draven, she thinks during one of the rare lucid moments when she can endure the never-ending pain.

So foolish. So stupid. Her thoughts move through a fog and her head lolls forward. Another wave of pain bears her backwards in time. She had been certain to follow his instructions in the private missive he’d sent.

Meet me at my private room at the Gnarled Oak in a fortnight, the letter had said. We will depart for the isles under cover of darkness. The ship and my skeleton crew will provide the shelter we need while we rebuild our numbers. I long to see your face again, lovely Lili. Soon. Your lord consort, Draven.

The Gnarled Oak had been bustling and crowded when she arrived, offering safety and potential thralls. Always was she on the lookout for strong, healthy flesh on which to feed. The tall, broad-shouldered man with a wild shock of white hair and an intense gaze drew her attention immediately. He stood silent in a corner, drinking deeply from a large tankard and surveying the room. His eyes fell on her and didn’t look away.

Liliorra had slowly made her way in his direction, confident in her abilities. “You’re quite the sturdy one, aren’t you?” she had inquired, glancing at him from under lowered lashes. He’d merely smirked as she eyed his physique. Draining his mug, he motions to one of the servant-girls. “Would the lass care to join me?” he inquires as his tankard is refilled.

Pretending to demur, she requests a deep red wine from the girl and sips it while moving closer to her target, watching his eyes drop as she leans near to offer a better view of her décolletage. “Are you here for the evening?” she asks in a low whisper and offering a sultry smile.

The big man grins and turns toward the stairs. “Join me on the upper level, if you will.” He stops and glances back. “Fewer eyes and ears there.” She watches his retreating back. Quite fine from the front and very appealing from the rear, she thinks. She follows, smoothing her bodice and skirt and taking her time. She doesn’t want to startle the prey and she doesn’t want to let the opportunity slip through her fingers. If she stays close she should be able to utilize the enchantments that Draven had graced her with…

Another wave of pain brings her back to the present. She screeches helplessly, unable to clamp her jaws shut. The heat of the midday sun bakes down on her patchy skull, wisps of what used to be long, lustrous hair whipping in the breeze off of the ocean. She slumps in the cage, unaware of the cries of the gulls.

A lone form watches impassively from the observation tower. The thing in the cage will try to escape at nightfall. It always does. Gloved hands curl into fists, knuckles cracking.

The entertainment provided by those attempts is quite enjoyable.

Three Songs On Sunday (Re-blogged)

Re-blogging these three songs on this short Sunday.

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Eyrie Of An Aries

Doing some writing and gaming today since I’ll be busy doing my “Day of Service” tomorrow.

Enjoy these three Sunday songs.

I’ll be back on Tuesday.

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5 On Friday: The B-52’s

For this “Five on Friday” post, I offer up five songs by the B-52’s to get the weekend off to a fun-filled start.

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Creativity & Cosplay

I have a number of awesome ideas for future cosplay percolating. My creative spark has been reignited and I’ve been sketching out some designs. Quality costume-creators are as difficult to find as quality tattoo artists, but the right ones can work magic if they can see your vision clearly.

My fan-fiction is officially completed so I can start posting some new excerpts. Character development and back-stories are some of the more enjoyable parts of writing for me.

Time for a bit of gaming! I need to re-do the schedule of my live broadcasts for maximum viewing. Some in-game guild-mates are helping out with that.

It’s nice to deal with reliable people, for a change.

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3 Songs On Sunday

The weather has been clear and cold over the past few days. Made for some nice viewing of the full moon, but some plants and trees which started blooming too early are now covered with dead blossoms.

This should be the last cold snap of the season in my neck of the woods. There were very few over the winter, thankfully!

I have my writings done; time for gaming. Enjoy these three songs on this Sunday.

Sub Re-Upped

I updated my payment information and renewed my WordPress.

It feels good to pay my own way and not beg money from others.

It takes a special kind of thief and coward to take money from people who can barely afford to take care of themselves.

Nobody is twisting the arms of people who willingly throw money down a wishing well, though.

I guess they get, and deserve, what they paid for.

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Good Guest = Good Host

I’m sure that most of you out there have been invited to a party, gathering, or some other social function which takes place in the home of another. These differ from office parties or bar gatherings, as the participants are better-known acquaintances or close friends than are usually present in offices or bars.

When I’m invited somewhere, I like to bring a token of appreciation tailored to the host’s personal tastes. Food or drink of some sort is a fun thing. A gift card is a thoughtful thing as well, so the person can purchase what they wish, when they have the time.

When I have friends over, the only requirement is to be respectful of my home and everything in and around it. You don’t have to bring anything but yourself. An invitation means that you’re good people and can enjoy my hospitality.

That being said, if you show yourself to be a shitty guest, you won’t be invited back. I’ve learned that a shitty host tends to be a shitty guest in any given situation.

Shitty hosts make grand promises and talk about all the great things to expect at their party, but deliver nothing when you arrive. Instead, they expect you to entertain everyone else. They badmouth the guests who leave early, then bitch endlessly about how ungrateful people are.

These are some of the reasons why I changed my mind about wanting to meet any bloggers IRL. When I hit the road again, have no worries. I sure as hell won’t be stopping by.

Some people aren’t worth the time.

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