about waverly

I haven't written in a little while. I had a shindig (best friend's birthday party) on Friday night and was exhausted on Saturday - I got home at 3 PM and slept from then until 10 o'clock at night, when I woke up and was very surprised that it was nighttime.

Then, yesterday was Easter! I got a wombat. Yes, a wombat. And a bunny too. (Stuffed animal ones, I mean.) I love Easter. It's so bright and happy and joyful. Palm Sunday and Easter are the only days out of the whole year that my mom and I go to church (my dad doesn't like to go). We go to the small church that my mom went to when she was a little kid. It's very cheerful in there, which is how I think religion should be. It - religion, I mean - is too often all doom-and-gloom and frightens people into believing instead of really making them want to believe. This wee church isn't like that and that's why I like it.

Today, in contrast to yesterday, is grey and rainy and blustery out. A real Wuthering Heights day. I really do think that days feel like books. These types of grey and windy days, when the rain makes the winter-turning-to-spring, not-yet-thriving grass damp and low to the ground, make one feel as though she is wandering desolate among the heath-covered moors, clutching her drenched cloak tight around her while calling for her lover; named Heathcliff or not, 'tis up to you to decide. I'm really more of an Edward Rochester girl myself; but it is not a Jane Eyre day (those are days like tea-biscuits, winter-cheery.)

I'm looking through my writings for something to read tomorrow in Creative Writing. I'm inspired to read something aloud after having read The Lamp-post the other day and only wavering a couple of times; turning bright-red, but, oh well. I think I'm going to read something from the novel I want to write (because I always am trying to write a novel), called Waverly: a description of the seaside town of Waverly. I have so many ideas for that novel and I really, really love the main character, Eliza, who is like me except even more so. The main idea that I get excited about is how Waverly is really rather the landscape of Eliza's mind, or something like that. It's hard to explain. And how Eliza is obsessive-compulsive and the imagery associated with that is really wild and - how she is trying to heal herself is a main thing of the book. It's got three parts, and is actually centered around a - someone - named Chalie, who is really, theoretically, the daughter of Father Time and Mother Earth (not literally, though); in the three parts she appears successively as maiden, matron, and old crone, a trinity taken from Celtic mythology... The concept of the trinity is also another main theme. Yeah. The funny thing is, all this just happened. It wasn't planned. ANOTHER really cool thing is that I randomly named Chalie because I liked the sound of the name. Then I later found out that there is a Celtic name, Chaeli, which means: "Who is like God?" And that is the concept of the character Chalie.

Wow tangent. I realize that that story must sound really weird. But I hope it works out. Maybe I can write it and write it for a long time and revise it lots and lots and get it published some day. I'm very ambitious about that.

Anyway, I think I'm going to read that passage from Waverly about the description of the town of Waverly. It's about four paragraphs, but pretty long ones. I like a lot of passages from Waverly but most of them require much backstory. This one doesn't, really. It just mentions the characters very, very briefly. Really.