5 word meme

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Say "words" in the comments and I'll respond with 5 words that I associate with you. Write something about them in your LJ. These are the ones I got from
jfs

Webs, Masks,Prediction, Heather, Intrigue


I have always been afraid of spiders. One winters night a couple of years ago, the hedge out the back of our house was stiff with webs, intricate, glittering, some in ruins, some perfect, all deadly beautiful, all homely sinister. At that time it seemed clear to me that the webs were holding the hedge together, and as I looked out over the patchwork fields and hills that the hedge was holding those together...and then I returned to the hedge and the world of spiders, jewels, necklaces, all perfect mazes, rooms within rooms. And I became a storyteller, a maker of labyrinths, in a very small way, much smaller than the exquisite perfection of spiders. It made me very happy. Everything gets caught in a well crafted web.


Masks still make me smile, I got very involved with them during my years of LARPing at the LT. They helped me to create a fantasy Italia in my head, one day replaced by the magnificence of the real thing. From carnevale in Venice to the glories of Florence, I have loved Italy since first discovering it, and have yet more to explore; but to return to masks themselves, the thing about a mask is if all it does is conceal, it's not only dull but pointless; everyone can see you are hiding something and then conjecture is rife. Those who truly wish to hide only wear a mask at a masquerade. No, masks come to life when the wearer wishes to show another self. Masks to me are more fun when they create another being out of me: I become something else, another aspect perhaps never dreamt of. A subtle and playful magic! Ironically, my skin is growing so sensitive that masks irritate it more and more, and I can no longer wear them for any length of time.


It can be done. But it can also create lotus eaters. No, not the car!



I smiled when John gave me this word. It's no coincidence that two of his five words are LARP related - that is how I met the inestimable gentleman, and heather was his character's favourite flower (I say his character, as though it was John's only character: I mean Benedict Karlennon, never forgotten) How strange that some of our tenderest memories should be made up ones! Most of my LARP connected memories ended up bitterly dumped in the dustbin of 'What-a-bleedin-waste-of-time-that-was!' but this escaped the touch of rancour. Heather also has other connotations, chums from Cuckoos Nest may recall my search for hot toddy ingredients culminating in the discovery of an old bee-keeper near Loch Awe. He sold me a thick block of near solid honeycomb for almost nothing; 'From the heather to the bee to you!' He trilled. It was delicious. And heather smells fresh and airy. Lovely.


I enjoy a little intrigue, and I'm rather better at it than I was. Life needs a few secrets and questionmarks...then again, sometimes I can't be bothered. One thing I have learned is that people make of your words and face exactly what they want, so there's no point worrying too much about it - they've already respun it. Also, choose the plot you want to be involved with, or you'll end up analysing worthless information about worthless situations and worthless people.

But chewy interesting plottery is the backbone of all story!

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