Month: January 2012

Dear Orias

To: His Excellency, Marquis Orias, Lord of 30 Legions

Your Grace, I entreat you to please return to me my manliness and self-confidence, recently lost due to an extended spate of unemployment. So that I will refrain from posts that fish for compliments like a 12-year-old girl.

In return, I shall once again offer the services of my muse, Astrumada, for the length of sundown to sun-up.

This time, however, you pay out before she does. Deliver to me my request before Walpurgisnacht, and I will send her unto thee. It is in your best interest to do this sooner than latter, the nights aren’t getting any longer.

The magus,
I/III/I

Is my blog boring?

I try to stay on-topic–magick and change. I see way too many blogs that seem random. That’s why I stopped using twitter. On the other hand, I don’t post much, and it’s not all that exciting. I think other things can fall under change, like changing your perceptions.

(edited for douchi-ness)

Chesterton and Tolkien and Lewis were, as I’ve said, not the only writers I read between the ages of six and thirteen, but they were the authors I read over and over again; each of them played a part in building me. Without them, I cannot imagine that I would have become a writer, and certainly not a writer of fantastic fiction. I would not have understood that the best way to show people true things is from a direction that they had not imagined the truth coming, nor that the majesty and the magic of belief and dreams could be a vital part of life and of writing.

Neil Gaiman (via neilgaiman)

Writing = Magick