(Philosophia, from a late tenth-century manuscript of Boethius’ De Consolatione Philosophie)
Do you really want to know about the person behind the picture? Here goes. Be warned: I have forgotten my name and age upon occasion when asked to introduce myself, and sometimes I go on very long. I haven’t quite figured out how to do any kind of professional introduction. You’re not obligated to finish if you’re bored.
Things you’ll find out anyway if you read the blog long enough:
I’m a Conservative Christian, a writer (as you may have guessed), a SCAdian, and at the moment I’m studying for a Bachelor’s in Creative Writing, with a minor in Philosophy. I’m weird and crazy (the quiet ones are the ones you have to watch out for) but I don’t think that’s necessarily a bad thing. I’m neither a leader nor a follower; I’m a loner. I’m rational and logical, but I never was good at, and don’t like, either math or science. I’m an incurable dreamer, but I’m finding that concerning some things (modern politics, for example) I’m surprisingly disillusioned for my age. I was the girl who raided bookshelves at social events and was just fine with not playing with the other kids. Most of my friends were in books then. They still are, only some of them are books I’ve written.
I like British books and British spelling, rain and fog, jumping in puddles, worlds occupying no physical existence in the strict sense of the word, September, and cats. Most people don’t always get my sense of humour, which involves a lot of irony, wordplay, and sarcasm. I’m constantly quoting books and the occasional movie that I like, sometimes to the point of annoying people. When it gets so far, I say, in the words of Hanwyt Moor, the famed shoe burglar, “I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again.”
Which brings me to books. I was introduced to Tolkien when I was a toddler and my father read The Hobbit to us, and haven’t stopped reading him since. I’m not one of those who reads only the Lord of the Rings and none of his other books — I own, or have read, The Silmarillion, the Book of Lost Tales, the Lays of Beleriand, Unfinished Tales, The Lost Road, Farmer Giles of Ham, Smith of Wooton Major, On Fairy Stories, Leaf by Niggle, Mr Bliss, the Gest of Beren and Luthien (pronounced jest), lots of poems, and his translation of Beowulf. I have not seen, and do not intend to see, any of the movies. I’ve been fortunate enough to grow up in a house with hundreds, perhaps thousands, of books — not counting the ones I wasn’t allowed to read. C. S. Lewis, Aquinas, Marguerite d’Angeli, Elizabeth Enright, Dorothy Sayers, Meredith Nicholson, books of Greek and Roman and Norse and Celtic myths, Lang’s Coloured Fairy Books, the Wingfeather Saga. . . that’s only a small sample of the variety we have. I mustn’t leave out the one who is perhaps my favourite authour, G. K. Chesterton, who was prolific enough in his relatively short years to provide reading material for a lifetime. The movies I like (and quote) are much fewer — the Princess Bride, Disney’s Robin Hood (I don’t think there’s a single line from that which hasn’t gotten quoted at our house at some point), and lately How To Train Your Dragon. With all those books who has time for watching television?
Other than reading and writing, my hobbies include arguing, languages, knitting, the Society for Creative Anachronism, tablet-weaving, sewing my own garb, and history: mainly 7th-century A. D. England through the American Civil War, with large gaps during which the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries happened, and specializing in the Anglo-Saxon Era. Don’t ask me about much to do with the last hundred and forty years, because I will display a shocking lack of knowledge (for a home-schooler) about modern history.
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Æschild is an eleventh-century Christian Anglisc woman, who lived a little before the Conquest, and would have taken Harold Cyning’s side if she had lived to see 1066. She can occasionally be seen at events in Northshield, experimenting with period handcrafts. Though realistically she would not have been literate, at events she carries a notebook and pencil because her modern counterpart is, after all, a writer.