Friday, January 31, 2014

Henry's family tree

Henry Mills/Swan/?
and the most interesting family tree ever

       All right. I'm obsessed. I've been watching too much Once Upon a Time and now I keep analyzing and re-analyzing it in my brain. After all, there are so many things to analyze! On the upside, it motivated me to write my first blog post of the week before Friday this week! (Well, at least I started Wednessday. I was almost ready to post this last night, but I decided to take another day to fully explore everything. Yes, I know, it's Friday again, and this is still my first blog post, so the exclamation point no longer applies. But I was so close to posting this last night!) I think one of the easiest ways to analyze many of the relationships in the show is to analyze Henry's unspeakably convoluted family tree (because almost everyone in the show is somehow related to Henry). That boy has just about the weirdest, coolest, most messed up yet epic family tree you could ever dream up. I'm not sure of his last name, actually. I suppose it's probably Mills, because he was raised by and is legally the child of Regina. I think that's right. Oh, by the way, in case you didn't read my previous blog post on Once Upon a Time, I'm just putting a disclaimer right up front that this thing is going to be rife with spoilers, and so you should probably just not read it unless you've watched as much of the series as I have. Presently, I have one episode left of season three, part one (which would be episode eleven). For some odd, crazy reason, I somehow decided at the beginning of the week to save it for Friday. Why did I ever decide that? (But hey, that's tonight now. Heheheheeheee....)
       But anyways, Henry and his lineage. So, we have Henry Mills. He was raised by his adoptive mother Regina Mills, also known as the Evil Queen of the fairy tale land, the woman who cursed nearly all of said land, bringing it more or less into our world. In doing so, she created a hole in her heart, which Henry filled, and he is the only person she has truly loved since she killed her dad to enact the curse (we'll get to her dad in the grandparents' layer). She isn't necessarily the most adept parent, and she has been rather strict and at times has come off as uncaring, but she does truly care for him, and he is really all she has. She has sacrificed a lot to care for and protect him. Regina is not married (see later note on King Leopold) and so technically Henry has no adoptive dad, but Regina has had several different "romances" of varying degrees. She controlled both Sheriff Graham/the Huntsman and newspaper writer Sidney Glass/the Magic Mirror/the Genie with false romances, but she didn't truly love either, and of those two only the Mirror voluntarily loved her. She did truly love Daniel, a stable boy, but he was killed by her mother many years before Henry was born. Actually, Daniel was killed when Henry's grandmother (Snow) was still a young girl, as a matter of fictitious fantastical fact. If Tinkerbell is correct, then Regina was meant to fall in love with Robin Hood, in which case he is perhaps closest to being the adoptive dad figure for Henry. If Regina and Robin did get together, it would make Robin's son Henry's half brother and the deceased Marian Henry's step mother. Sort of. Oh, and I nearly forgot one of the most important ones: Regina was forced to marry Snow White's dad, King Leopold, by both her mother and societal expectations. So, yes, she was married, though not of her own volition, before she convinced the Genie, with whom she sort of had an affair, to kill Snow's dad. Can't believe I forgot that! And that's important, too, because she is Snow's wicked stepmother. Which means she will be popping back up in the great-grandparents' layer. 
       Next we have Henry's birth parents. His birth mother is Emma Swan, the unwitting magical connection between the fairy tale world and the 'real' world and the breaker of the curse (which she does by kissing Henry's forehead, which is true love's kiss--it's nice that they included that, because true love can be found between parent and child and not just between romantic couples). She's a woman who's been somewhat confused and lost her whole life, but when Henry finds her and brings her to Storybrooke, things get better not only for the town but also for her. In a way, Henry fills her heart almost in the same way he does for Regina. Emma's heart's not empty in the same way Regina's is, but she's more lost as to who she is in life and what she's doing. 
       Then we have Henry's biological dad, who was revealed in one of the most epic moments of the series so far to be not just Neal, Emma's old partner in crime from her misdirected youth, but also Baelfire, the long-lost son of Rumpelstiltskin (once again, we'll get to him in the grandparents' layer). Goodness, that was such an epic moment! Oh, that moment when Mr. Gold/Rumpelstiltskin has cashed in the favor Emma owes him (which he held onto for nearly two seasons, since season one, episode four) and had her track down his son, and then she finds him and there's this huge moment when everything clicks into place and she realizes that Neal, the man who heh-hem led to Henry, is actually Rumpelstiltskin's long-lost son, Baelfire. It's just like, everyone looks at each other and realizes everything and how they're all connected and a family and it really couldn't have been a better moment of realization for all four of them (Emma, Bae, Henry (who doesn't get it at first because he was under the impression that his dad was dead), and Rumpel). Plus, they get to be a family! And it makes for a really neat branch on Henry's tree. I think we all love that moment dearly. 
        Henry's dad Bae grew up in the fairy tale world but had a childhood he worked hard to forget because it was kind of ruined by his dad Rumpel becoming the Dark One, which kind of led to his dad manipulating and even murdering random people (well, basically anyone who threatened his son in any way). When he and Emma first got together, he didn't have any clue who she was. It was just "fate" (a term used by the characters to refer to the cunning plots of some very clever writers who carefully weave their wondrous, intricate tale) that two magical people from the same magical world happened to find each other when they were accidentally both stealing the same car. 
       Because I went through all of Regina's relationships in her paragraph, I suppose I ought to go through all of Emma's and Neal's as well. I think their lists are a little shorter, but still worth mentioning. It is particularly worth mentioning that Emma had a brief... something... with Captain Hook. Well, he was basically hitting on her, practically since they met, and she was ignoring him until after he saved her dad's life, after which he was able to convince her to kiss him once. Hook is now madly in love with Emma, which he admitted in the Echo Caves (where everyone had to admit a deep, dark secret in order to get Neal out, and Hook's was that Emma was the first woman he had loved since Milah, Rumpelstiltskin's wife. Which, by the way, means Hook will also crop up in the relationships of the grandparents' layer.). This makes him Henry's mom's... vague associate? Well, anyways. 
        And because I mentioned Emma's little mini-relationship, I should probably also mention Neal's "fiancé", though she's actually less relevant despite having been with Neal longer than Emma was 'with' Hook. Tamara was just a dirty snake of a woman who felt no love for Neal and was manipulating him the entire time she knew him to get what she wanted, a chance to destroy magic, and the whole time she was also closely seeing someone else, a dude named Greg. She's sort of Henry's wicked not-quite-stepmother, or the closest thing he has to a classic wicked stepmother. She also kidnaps Henry and somewhat unwittingly gives him to Peter Pan (who we will see in the great-grandparents' layer. There's good reason to work through all this mess.) The lost boys shoot her with an arrow to take Henry because she and Greg aren't happy when they find out they don't actually get to destroy magic. She's laying on the beach slowly and painfully dying when Rumpel comes up and questions her about Henry. Afterwards he kindly puts her out of her misery. Well, after he heals her so she can answer his questions. But really, nobody's sad when she dies. Besides, haven't people learned not to mess with Rumpelstiltskin's son by now? And Emma and Neal belong together. I know some people feel like Emma and Hook should be together, but I disagree. Emma and Bae are Henry's parents, after all, and they just need to be together. They're meant to be, in my opinion. So, I think that's all the relationships Henry's biological parents have had that are mentioned in the show. 
       Which brings us to the grandparents' layer, where the real mess starts to show up. You didn't think that the parents were the most convoluted part, did you? Well, if you did, you didn't realize that the parents' layer was just setting up for the intricacies of the grandparents' layer. I suppose we should go in the same order we went with the parents, though it is tempting to start with Emma this time, because we find out about her parents being Henry's grandparents first. Na, we'll start with Regina, to help things stay in some vague semblance of a logical order. 
         So, Regina, Henry's adoptive mother, was the child of Cora, a wicked woman of magic--more wicked than Regina--who clawed her way up from being a miller's daughter to becoming queen through her cunning, her literal heartlessness, and a deal or two with Rumpelstiltskin. Regina's dad was the not exceedingly intelligent but rather kind prince who was promised to Cora by his dad if she could spin a tower-full of straw into gold in a night. Regina loved her dad dearly, and in fact he was pretty much the only person she loved after Daniel died and before Henry became Regina's, though she kind of treated him as her servant. She sacrificed his heart to unleash the curse and in doing so created the hole in her heart which was later filled by Henry. Oh, and did I mention she named Henry after her dad, the late Prince Henry (well, I guess king, because Cora became queen and all)? So, Henry senior was the hole in Regina's heart and Regina named her child Henry (junior) because he filled the same spot her dad left open. So Henry's mom killed his grandpa and then named her child after his grandparent she killed. 'Nyways.
        Cora obtained Prince Henry, the man she never loved but took to gain power, in the classic tale of the miller's daughter and Rumpelstiltskin, that tale I think we were all waiting to see for pretty much the whole series up until then. I had begun to wonder if the closest we were going to get to the original Rumpelstiltskin tale was that episode where Cinderella promised him her child, but I was glad they brought in the tale more truly this way, though I was mildly disappointed when Rumpel told Cora his name practically right up front rather than making her guess (which was really the whole point of him having such a lengthy and odd name in the first place of the tale), but the relationship they had more than made up for that in terms of coolness of the storyline. That's right, Rumpelstiltskin had a relationship with Cora, the mom of Henry's adoptive mom. Which means that, because I'm doing all relationships, Rumpelstiltskin gets to be in Henry's grandparents' layer twice. While Rumpel was teaching Cora to spin straw into gold, they fell in love. Cora didn't really know any magic before she met Rumpel, and he taught her magic, but really, in a way, she was more evil than even Rumpel, even though he was (and still is, though now he's less dark) the Dark One. 
        The deal Cora made with Rumpel promised, in keeping with the classic tale, that she would give him her firstborn child in exchange for him teaching her to spin the straw to gold (though I still haven't figured out why Rumpel wants to collect babies. He wants his son back, yes, but I don't know why he wants all these random people's children). However, after their romance, Cora planned to not marry Prince Henry and to instead run off with Rumpel out of love, and as a romantic gesture, Rumpel amended the deal to say that it was his own child she would owe him. Cora was truly in love, but she was also overcome with a dark, yearning love for the power of which she had been deprived as a poor miller's daughter. (Both Cora and Rumpel had a good bit of trouble with nobles looming over them. Then both of them killed the nobles who had loomed over them, and each took power in their own way.) Because of her desperate lust for power, Cora magically tore out her own heart so she couldn't feel her deep love for Rumpel. She chose not to elope with him and so instead married the prince she didn't love for power, and these became Henry's grandparents via Regina. Rumpel would have been owed Regina as his daughter through the deal if Cora had not tricked him and invalidated the deal, so he is almost Henry's grandpa that way, but he's more so Henry's grandpa the other way. In a way, Rumpel sort of still got Regina, because she became his magical student. He seems to be in constant pursuit of her and they are both constantly trying to manipulate one another and get the better of each other. They're continuously trying to spite each other. 
        Anyways, while I felt bad for Rumpel getting stood up and all, in the end I'm rather glad he did because he's so much better with Belle. Cora shared his darkness, but Belle brings out his light. While I came to understand Cora's reasons for her malevolence through this episode, I still wasn't really sad when she died, because she truly sank her own ship, sawing hole after hole in its deck with her own hands. She had opportunities to make better choices but she didn't, and her choice to become heartless and her choices made out of that heartlessness led her to her depressing, lonely, and cruel life, and it was really no one's fault but her own. It's just unfortunate how her bad choices hurt Regina and Henry sr., and briefly Rumpel, but he got even in a way that I didn't necessarily approve of but one that worked to get what needed to happen done, because we need Mr. Gold to stay alive and we needed Cora to die. It was a little sad, though, for that split moment when Cora had her heart back in when she realized that it would have been enough to have love in her life and not gobble up power like a ravenous wolf. Her choices particularly hurt Regina because not only did Cora make her childhood beyond miserable and kill her true love, she also turned her daughter evil and caused her to cause hurt and pain and in so doing hurt and damage herself, and it took her a very long time to repair her life and she's even still trying to repair and improve things, and really some things in her life might be irreparable. But, yeah, Cora was, well, heartless. 
        Well, that's one set of grandparents covered. Now for the other... well, just two more sets, really, because I don't know anything about the parents of any of Regina's "loves", not Daniel, nor King Leopold, nor the Magic Mirror, nor--oh, wait, I do know the Huntsman's in a sense. He was raised by wolves, if I recollect properly. So Henry has a few wolves very loosely involved in his adoptive grand-parentage. Hey, maybe he's even related to Red Riding-hood, for all we know. I also don't know anything about Robin Hood's parents. 
       So, now we come to Emma's parents, who were lost to her until the curse was broken at the end of season one, when, much to her surprise, she found out that they were Snow White and Prince Charming. As it so happened, she had already been living with her mom. And they also happen to be about the same age as her, as a result of the curse. Henry's got some of the youngest grandparents ever, who are still in their twenties. Actually, they're thinking about having another child, which would be Henry's aunt or uncle if they did. 
         Several of these people are of the age that they could still have children if they wanted, and many of them are thinking about it. Hey, even Rumpelstiltskin, who's, like, hundreds of years old or something, is still thinking about it, being as he's not aged since his (first) son was in his early teens. Oh, and his son, Neal/Bae, Henry's dad, is also like hundreds of years old because he stayed young in Neverland. Henry has a lot of old/young/abnormally aged relatives. But we're still on Princess Snow and Prince Charming, or Mary Margaret and David, or Snow and David, since his real name actually is David. Henry has a lot of royalty in his blood, too. Regina's a queen by marriage, her mom, Cora, was also a queen by marriage, her dad was a king by birth, Emma's hereditarily a princess, Snow White is a princess who should have been a queen--and was briefly, after she married Charming--Charming/James/David isn't actually a royal by blood, but his brother was adopted by king George, and he took his place after he died---then Rumpelstiltskin was never actually royal, per say, but he did live in a pretty awesome castle, Charming was betrothed to Abigail, the daughter of King Midas... But I'm getting ahead of myself. So, we have Princess/Queen Snow White, and Prince/King David "Charming", and they are the first grandparents Henry ever knows of or meets, because his adoptive mother's dad was dead and her mom was still in the fairytale world until she came through a portal to attempt to take over everything and got killed by Rumpelstiltskin, Henry's other grandpa. 
       Henry's family kills each other a lot. His mom, Regina, killed the Huntsman, Henry's almost-adoptive dad, and King Leopold (albeit by manipulation of the genie), who was her husband and so would've been Henry's adoptive dad, and she killed Henry sr., Henry's grandpa and her dad, and she more-or-less 'killed' Snow, and she even technically killed Henry himself, because his heart did stop after he ate the apple turnover Regina had intended for Emma, and her royal guards killed Ruth, Charming's mother, Henry's great-grandma. Then we have Rumpelstiltskin, Henry's grandpa, who killed his own wife Milah, Henry's grandma, and Cora (albeit by manipulation of Snow White), Henry's other grandma, and he nearly killed Hook multiple times, Henry's almost step-grandpa, and Tamara, Bae's treacherous fiancé, and at one point, Lacey, who's like the anti-Belle (antebellum? No, just anti-Belle, hehe), convinced Rumpel to attempt to kill Henry himself, but obviously, he stopped. Then there's Cora, who killed Eva, Snow's mother and Henry's great-grandmother, and also Daniel, Regina's first love and a plausible adoptive dad for Henry, and she nearly killed King Xavier before he convinced her not to, but he's Henry's other great-grandpa. Then we have Hook, Henry's mom's associate and his almost-step-grandpa, who nearly killed Rumpel, Henry's grandpa twice over. Then we have Snow, Henry's grandma, who killed Cora, Henry's other grandma, to save Rumpel, Henry's grandpa. Yep, they're all just one big happy family. 
        So, anyways, we have Snow White and David Charming and they're the most warm-and-fuzzy of Henry's grandparents, probably, but somehow what was meant to be their paragraph kept getting preempted by a plethora of digressions. So, here is a new paragraph to help me focus. They probably also do the most grandparently things with Henry, like when Charming starts giving Henry "prince lessons", because Henry's a prince, and even when Snow was being Henry's teacher under the curse, she made birdhouses and such with him, which is rather grandmotherly. 
        As to their relationships, neither of them ever really, truly loved anyone besides one another, but since I'm nitpicking every relationship I can think of, here goes. When Rumpelstiltskin made a deal with David to have him impersonate his twin brother James, he became inadvertently betrothen to Princess Abigail, the daughter of King Midas (which puts another famous gold-maker in the family). While they never actually married, after the curse struck, and after David awoke from his coma (which he was in because Regina's guards nearly killed him, too), Regina made it so that David was married to Kathryn, which was Abigail in the 'real' world. 
        During this curse-stricken time, Snow had her own thing, which was perhaps a little more than Emma's thing with Hook but which was less than Neal's thing with Tamara. The thing that makes her thing really weird is not only that she had a thing while she was married though she didn't know it and she never would have had a thing if she had known that she was married, but also her thing is extra weird because it was with Dr. Frankenstein. I can't say I particularly like him. Well, actually, I just plain don't like him. I mean, the whole "I want my name to be associated with life!" thing was nice, but just, the way he went about it, and all that, it's just... creepy. He's really a pretty creepy dude. He got his brother killed, accidentally, yes, but unnecessarily still, and then he let his brother's zombie kill their dad. But he does bring some not-at-all-much-needed-but-still-rather-interesting diversity to Henry's family tree. He is, after all, the only character, albeit only marginally included, from the Black and White World, or whatever you want to call his little realm. 
       So now we get to move on to the character who is probably my favorite of Henry's grandparents, Neal/Bae's dad, Rumpelstiltskin! Yes, I guess we touched on him before, because of his relationship and near-elopement with Cora, Regina's mother, but this is where he fits most concretely into Henry's tree. This is where he is actually Henry's relation by blood, because he actually parented Bae, who actually parented Henry. In this same way, Milah would be Henry's biological paternal grandmother. 
        While Belle is probably the main driving force in Rumpel's self improvement (one could say that, at times, Belle, and even Lacey, has more power over the Dark One than his dagger, for good, or, in the case of Lacey, for evil (after all, Lacey very nearly drove Rumpel to kill Henry)), and Bae is a factor as well, Henry also significantly contributes to Rumpel becoming a good, kind, and caring man. Rumpel does genuinely care for his grandson Henry, despite the fact that all the while he's wrestling with the prophecy stating that Henry is to be Rumpel's undoing. I wonder if that prophecy's done yet or not. You could make the argument that Henry's already inadvertently been Rumpel's undoing in several ways. Really, the term "undoing" is very vague. It could be said to refer to Rumpel getting trapped in Pandora's box, or to Henry's being part of Rumpel's family leading him to be good and use his evil magic less and in better ways, thus making him less so "the Dark One", or to Rumpel's quest to save Henry causing Rumpel to stop constantly thinking only of how to save himself and making him willing to actually sacrifice himself, making him less the coward he always was, which is part of his former identity, or just simply Henry being Rumpel's emotional undoing because he, like Belle, made Rumpel feel and care and make a choice to follow love more than his own powers. 
       Rumpelstiltskin/Gold's most significant romantic relationship is without question Belle. In fact, I think they might get married at some point in the show. If Belle and Rumpel do get married, which I very much hope they eventually do, and even have a child, which I also think would be lovely, then Belle would be Henry's kind step-grandmother and their child would be Bae's half-brother or sister and Henry's half/step (I'm not sure which) aunt or uncle. In this case Rumpel's second child would only be a few hundred years younger than his first. Gotta love magic! 
       Then, we have Milah, Rumpel's wife. She ran off on Rumpel with a pirate while Bae was young, and this pirate is named Captain Hook. In case you forgot in the fifteen or so paragraphs in between, Hook was listed in the Parents & Such paragraphs as Henry's biological mom, Emma's vague acquaintance/thing, and here he is once more, in the grandparents' section, as Milah's... boyfriend is the nearest term. Or "affair" if you prefer. I should also note that Hook is among the characters who is a few hundred years old, having been in Neverland a while, and he actually even knew Rumpelstiltskin before he became the Dark One, which was quite some time ago. They weren't very nice to each other, to put it lightly. To put it not lightly, when Hook first took away Rumpel's wife Milah, he challenged him to a duel over her, which was cruel and unfair because Rumpel was hobbled and could hardly stand on his own without his cane, much less have half a flaming snowball's chance at winning in a sword duel against an able-bodied pirate. Rumpel, like any sane, not-honor-obsessed, healthily afraid man, refused, and Hook, cackling malevolently, ran off with Rumpel's wife. Later, after Rumpel became the Dark One, he, like any insane, magical-power-obsessed, rather unhealthily vengeful (but still loveable,) man, came after Hook, challenged him to a duel Hook couldn't possibly win against a magical, unkillable being, and Rumpel was about to rip out Hook's heart and kill him when Milah awkwardly walked in. After some thought, Rumpel left Hook be, then ripped out his not-legally-but-practically ex-wife's heart and crushed it in front of the man who stole her to make him live with the pain of losing her, and it worked, because Hook was empty and lonely for many years, much like Rumpel.  
      I think that covers all of Henry's known grandparents. So, before moving on to the further-intricate layer of Henry's great-grandparents, I think we all need a quick, short recap. So. Henry's adoptive mother, who raised him, is Regina. He has no definitive adoptive dad, but sort of's include King Leopold, Sheriff Graham, Sidney Glass, Robin Hood, and Daniel (in no particular order). His birth mother is Emma Swan and his birth dad is Neal/Baelfire. His biological grandparents are Snow White, Prince Charming, Rumpelstiltskin, and Milah. His adoptive grandparents are Prince Henry and Cora. That's just in brief, minus the extraneous relationships. So now, for his great grandparents, following the previously established order. 
       Cora's mother is not yet identified, so far as I know, and her dad is known only as the Miller. Henry's first great-grandpa is a lazy drunk, as far as we've seen, and he leaves Cora to deal with his messes. He seems careless. His family is impoverished and makes their living selling flour to the royals, and Cora detests this life--she is filled with bitterness. Then we have Prince Henry's parents. We also don't know his mother, but we do know his dad. Henry sr's dad is the King to whom Cora boasts of her ability to spin straw into gold. He is named King Xavier and he is quite manipulative and devious. After Cora makes all the gold in the tower and earns the hand of Henry sr and makes her plot to run off with Rumpel, she goes to Xavier to rip out his heart and kill him (a two-step process), but he tricks her with his words. It is from him that Cora and later Regina got their line, "love is weakness". He convinces Cora to rip out her own heart so she can have the power and wealth of being Queen. If one really wanted to play the blame game, one could trace much of the evil in the antagonists of the series back to Xavier in this moment. Going all the way back, Xavier, Zoso, and Rumpelstiltskin's dad can be pinned as the three primary sources of evil of which we know in this series, though obviously things go even further back, and we can't just blame these three figures, though it is tempting. But one of the huge themes of the series is that no villain is purely evil and that everyone has motive and some good inside them that has been twisted and hidden by something. Still, thus far, Henry's great-grandparents aren't really that great. It doesn't get much better, I'm sorry to say. 
        Well, in the interest of fully exploring all extremely tangential relationships, I can go on with the huntsman's family briefly here. In the grandparents' section, I cited that this 'love interest' of Regina's was raised by wolves. I don't precisely know who the wolves' parents were, in case you were wondering, but I'd wager it was more wolves. (To quote Rumpelstiltskin in one of his very sweet, earlier romantic moments with Belle, that one was a quip, dearie ;) 
       Next, we have Snow White's parents. They are perhaps the best documented of all Henry's great-grandparents. Snow's mother was Queen Eva, who grew into a kind, gentle, fair, and much-loved queen, teaching her daughter to always do the good, right thing and to strive to be "guided by love", yet who I think was also the same as Princess Eva, the snarky, stuck-up young woman who meanly tripped Cora when she was carrying sacks of flour into their castle, causing Cora to lose wages her family desperately needed and humiliating her in public, which did not sit well with Cora's ego. Really, this early Eva could be traced as a cause in the evil that filled the main antagonists of the series along with Xavier. She learned from her mistakes, though, and became kind and gentle, teaching her daughter Snow the same after she rudely snapped at their servant, Johanna, who became something of a mother to Snow after Eva died. Despite this change, Cora never stopped hating her, and eventually she murdered her and tried to corrupt her daughter Snow in the process. In a way, she succeeded, though her success was much delayed, and it lead to Cora's own death. You see, Cora tried to corrupt Snow by giving her a candle that could trade one life for another, which she could use to save her mother, but in doing so she would murder someone else. Snow doesn't give in to the evil and use it on her mother, but many years later, after the breaking of the curse, she uses the candle to trade Cora's life for Rumpelstiltskin's, putting a dark blemish on her heart. Henry's family has a lot of conflict within itself. Then, Snow's dad was the benevolent but perhaps misguided and somewhat oblivious/rather insensitive King Leopold. He was basically a kind man, as we can see when he frees the genie, but he is insensitive, for example, in the way he speaks of his deceased wife in front of his new wife, making Regina feel much less special to him, which she is, but he shouldn't rub it in her face like he does. Oh, but by the way, here's Regina again. That's right. She's not just Henry's adoptive mother, she's also Henry's step-great-grandmother, because she's married to his great-grandpa. Yup. Told you Henry's family tree was convoluted. 
        On Charming's side of things, we again get the two-family effect brought by adoption. David was raised on a humble sheep farm by his mother Ruth. I don't think his dad is ever named, but we know he was Ruth's true love, and that he died while David was young. David isn't necessarily adopted, per say, but he's... taken to be a replacement child in some form. Well, a long time ago, King George made a deal with Rumpelstiltskin because his wife (who I believe is also unnamed and is dead by the time the action starts) was infertile, and so Rumpel went to David's family farm. His parents gave up his twin brother James to be the king's son in exchange for the success of their faltering farm. So then, when James dies, King George gets Rumpel to make another deal, and so David comes in to be the replacement James. Thus, Henry's great grandparents here are Ruth and her deceased husband, as well as King George and his deceased wife. This is also why David is mainly known as Prince James, even to the dwarfs, because that's who he's had to impersonate. Which means when he becomes King, he will be King James. I wonder if Once is going to go there, but I think it's probably too historical for them to do. That would make him a real-world king of England, but he's not in the real world.
     From David's forced betrothal to Princess Abigail, Henry gets to have King Midas thrown into the tangential relationships of his family tree. Strictly speaking, he's not exactly Henry's great-grandpa, but he's the dad of the betrothed of Henry's grandpa, so that's a relation of some sort. Plus, this way, Henry gets to have two family members capable of magically producing gold--Midas and Rumpelstiltskin. Oh, wait, and Cora can, too. Or could. Before Henry's biological paternal grandpa (Rumpel) goaded his biological maternal grandma (Snow) into tricking his adoptive mother/step-great-grandmother (Regina) into killing her by replacing her heart, who was Henry's adoptive maternal grandmother (Cora). Cause that's just how things go on Once. 
      Lastly, we have the person we were probably all the most surprised to find out was related to Henry. Peter Pan. I think every single person watching the show was just thrown off their seats in awe when it was revealed that Pan is Rumpel's dear old dad. I mean, maybe you had half an inkling when the two of them showed up in Neverland, but I sure didn't. I think that as the shadow was pulling poor little adorable kid Rumpel away and as Rumpel's dad started to transform and was shrouded in a cloud of dark magic, my mom said something to the lines of, "he's not Peter Pan, is he?" but that was the soonest we guessed. My mom is very clever that way; she definitely put it together before I did. But man, when you see Peter smirking up at the innocent little Rumpel, you just go, "oh my GOSH!" and it's just like... woh.  It's crazy. Man, Rumpel's dad was a selfish idiot. Poor little Rumpel. Little Rumpel was just so cute, wasn't he? 
       At least as a grown-up he did better than his dad (though he still didn't do great, but he's improving), and now he's got his son back and they're all happy again and he's learning to be not evil like he used to be and I love them as a family, Rumpel and Bae and his hopefully-soon-to-be (definitely non-wicked; rather, kind and good) stepmother Belle. And maybe Bae's younger sibling shall come along. 
       But Rumpel's dad, well, he is a piece of work. Sure people in Henry's family kill each other with abnormal frequency, but Pan is the only one who has ever knowingly and intentionally tried to kill Henry himself with no regrets or hesitation and very nearly succeeded. He is a manipulative, evil, man-turned-"child"-but-really-a-hundred-year-old-teenager-or-whatever-age-he-is-or-pretends-to-be-person, and he takes advantage of Henry's innocent belief and gullibility to convince his only-slightly-younger-than-him (or so it appears, because they are actually hundreds of years apart) great-grandchild to remove his own heart and give it to him so he can continue on living, not caring that he's stealing the life of his amazing and exceptional great-grandson. Pan is almost more heartless than Cora. I mean, he still physically has a heart, so far as I know, though I guess it needed replaced, but he acts so emotionlessly. Well, he does have emotions, anger not the least of them, he's just completely and utterly self-centered. At least Cora, in her own messed up way, tried to help Regina; everything we have ever seen Pan do has been for his own benefit. He even locks Henry in Pandora's box (after his son Rumpelstiltskin escaped from having been locked there by Pan) by switching bodies with Henry. So, if Henry swapped bodies with Pan, does that make Henry his own great-grandpa?? 
        Well, at least, as far as I can think of, the convolutedness of Henry's family tree ends here. I don't know anything about Rumpel's mom or any of Pan's relationships. It is interesting to note that we don't know Peter Pan's real name; we only know that he's going by his son's doll's name. He tries to say that it's out of nostalgia, but I think it's just a further example of his manipulativeness. I think Peter goes by the name he does purely to get in Rumpel's head. After all, it is a very devious branch of Henry's family. I think Pan is that manipulative, that he would choose a name with the sole purpose of messing with his son in mind. Well, and it might also serve to make him sound less scary and intimidating and instead more familiar and approachable to the lost boys, especially if his real name is anything like Rumpelstiltskin's or Baelfire's. Just my theories. 
        Well, is that really all of it? I don't know. That's all that occurs to me at the moment, at least. My goodness this is longer than I thought it would be! But that's why I love Once Upon a Time so much. It is so cleverly done and so intricately woven and so carefully and precisely written with such immense attention to detail that crazy people like me can write lengthy and superfluously detailed analyses of just one character (albeit the most central character, besides Emma) and spend this much time and write this many words on thoroughly examining all that character's vague and tangential familial relationships. But really, I think we all kind of wish we had Henry's family tree. I mean, who else gets to have the Wicked Queen, Rumpelstiltskin, Peter Pan, Snow White, Prince Charming, King Midas, Dr. Frankenstein, Belle, Captain Hook, Robin Hood, the Magic Mirror, Rumpelstiltskin again, the Wicked Queen again, Captain Hook again, and even more magical and royal and mysterious and plain-out awesome people in their family tree? I mean, all of those fantastical people, somehow or another able to be put in your family tree. That's pretty darn cool. Henry is a very special little dude. I believe Pan said something to Henry that was something like this: "you come from the best of light and the worst of dark, Henry." Of course, Henry's great-grandad said this to him in an effort to manipulate Henry in order to steal his life, but it is nonetheless a fairly good sum-up. All the fairytale characters seem to be somehow related to Henry, good and bad, and it's just so expertly done by the writers of Once. It's amazing, and it's a wonderful, addicting series. I think it's obvious I'm a wee bit obsessed with it. Beyond the violet mist, we've been doing some genealogical research, finding ourselves wrapped up in the glorious piles of aged pages of historic recordbooks amidst vast libraries betwixt towering expanses shelves filled with volumes of ancient knowledge, all to comprehend the remarkable family tree of one very special young boy from another realm.

Thanks to http://ouatv1.blogspot.com/ for minor details I couldn't recollect, such as Sherrif Graham's real-world name and Snow White's dad's name. and http://onceuponatime.wikia.com/wiki/ for other things the first one didn't have, like Snow White's mom's name and Prince Henry's dad's name, and the original Dark One's name. I believe those are all the sites I utilized for research. I may have made errors. Feel free to comment with any corrections or details I've missed!

Saturday, January 25, 2014

Once Upon a Time (obsession intro)

Once Upon a Time

      Those words are the ever-clichéd openers to our most classic 'fairy tales' (which don't always involve fairies), but they also form the title to a very enthralling and exceedingly cleverly done show. This actually ties into my previous post rather nicely, because I have people on my speech team to thank for turning me onto this show. Well, it was in drama class one day last semester when there was a quite interesting discussion occurring about this series, and I was intrigued. (A lot of the same people were in drama class as were on the speech team.) I had heard of this series before, but drama class inspired me to go and watch it on the ever-magical Netflix, and I am so glad I did--it's an amazing series. 
      Before I go into talking about the series, I think I should first put this warning here: unlike I did with Macbeth, I'm not going to have all my spoiler alerts clearly marked in this post, so consider this a general spoiler alert warning for the post. I'm going to discuss what I know about the series so far, and so if you're watching it, then it will depend on how far in you are what constitutes a spoiler for you, and so I will just forewarn you, all my readership, that this post may contain spoilers for you. As of tonight (why did you watch Once Upon a Time tonight, Vivi, when you had blog posts to do? Well, I should warn you, this series is addicting. One must watch. One must know what happens. One must see what can possibly come next.) I have watched through season three, episode two of the series, but I also know a little more than I should because of what I heard in the original conversation regarding the series. I have known, from the outset, that Peter Pan is darkly evil and Captain Hook is only sort of evil and actually rather likeable, and, in the estimation of my fellow drama students, he is rumored to be quite attractive. Oh, and if I heard correctly, it sounds like he dies. In the conversation I overheard, it sounded like the group discussing the matter was lamenting his sad, tragic loss.
      Of course, on this show, they have a clever tendency to make it appear as though someone is dead or lost, and the characters believe it is so, but then that character turns out to not be dead and reappears later to the astonishment of everyone. They have fooled me... well, at least once with this. At the moment Jiminy's the only example I can think of for this, but I feel sure there were others. So maybe he's not dead. I don't know the circumstances, only what I've heard, because I haven't seen this happen. I may have heard wrong, too; I'm not certain. 
      But that's one of the reasons this show is so great: it is exquisitely, intricately, cleverly, deviously done. Every milimeter of the plot is infinitesimally complex and shows the impressive intelligence of its writers. The character development is, from the outset, innately complicated, because they are developing two characters in one. You see, the basis of the show is that all these characters from the fairy tale land have fallen under a curse and transported to the modern world, where they don't know who they really are. Each episode has at least two storylines happening at once, typically one in the fairy tale land, technically referred to as "the enchanted forest", and one in the modern world, in their own fairy-tale-creature town, called "storybrooke" (hint hint everyone in the town is from stories hint hint). So one character is seen in two different time periods in two different worlds with two different lives at once, but they are still the same basic person, and so the characterization process goes on in their previous world and in their current world all at once. It's very smart, how they do it. 
      Another good thing about this series is how everyone has motives for everything. Also, not one single villain is ever pure evil. The wicked queen, a variant of who I portrayed today (though my variant was pretty wimpy and shallow and superficial and unintelligent next to her), does not hate Snow White simply because she is told that Snow is prettier than her, but rather because Snow was manipulated into giving up a secret Regina (the wicked queen's name; I know, she actually has a name besides 'queen', crazy, right?) had charged her with protecting, and because Snow was easily tricked into telling the secret, Regina's true love was murdered by her mother. (And, while Regina's mother, Cora, is literally heartless, even she isn't a flat, empty villain with naught but cruelty in her empty chest cavity. She once had a love, too, she just betrayed it herself. While Cora is understandable, though, her demise is not saddening or pitiable because she made all her own wrong choices and sank her own ship. She ripped out her own heart so she wouldn't choose love over power. She died regretful and sad, and it was directly a result of her own folly. (I'm like 99% sure she, for one, is genuinely  irreversibly dead. Snow actually killed her. I'll get to that. Maybe. It's getting late.)) 
      Rumpelstiltskin is my favorite quote-un-quote "villain". Actually, I find him more attractive than Hook, myself. I think he and Belle get their own blog post later. For now, suffice to express, en Caps lock, that I LOVE RUMPLESTILTSKIN AND BELLE TOGETHER!!!
      The show makes sparing and well-done allusions to the "real"-world telling of the tales, as well. In the episode we most recently watched, Baelfire, Rumplestiltskin's son (biological, not pilfered in a deal involving straw and gold. We'll get to all that later. Maybe. If not, just watch the show, 'tis awesome.) is talking to Mulan about the movie she's in. To which she, being in the enchanted forest, replies, "what's a movie?". These little comparisons add light notes of humor and yet also ask the questions we want and need to be asked of what the characters think of our interpretations of them. Oh, and we also saw today Hook asking Emma (the central character and essential connection between the magic and non-magic worlds. She's the one who breaks the curse. Oh, yeah, by the way, the curse gets broken. Season one finale. Even before Hook comes along. This series is way too complex for this little blog post. I should've, like, had a plan going in or something. My blog posts are more sporadic and spontaneous than an improv performance. Anyway, watch the series. Then my blog post might make some measure of sense to you.) what the story interpretation of him looks like. He wants to know how attractive cartoon him is. Emma says something to the lines of, "well, he's quite attractive, if you like waxy mustaches and perms." Hook, cleverly gathering from her expression and tone of voice, replies, "I take it perms are a bad thing?" clearly befuddled and quite amusing to we, the audience who knows just what Emma's talking about. 
      This series is so awesome and intricate and wonderfully done, I could go on for many more blog posts summarizing and analyzing it and such, and I probably will do at least one more on Rumpel and Belle, but for now, I think I need to stop. I'm probably leaving you all more befuddled than a fairy-tale character in Maine, but perchance in this way you can gain some understanding of the story through your confusion. The Lande beyond the violet mist knows we are just one of many lands and mysterious places out and about, and today we admired a spectacularly done conglomeration of tales from other lands. 

on the scene: District Speech

Breaking News!

         Coming to you live, on scene at the district group speech competitions in Decorah! Our readers’ theatre group just preformed, and I’d say it went pretty well. I wanted to do some pre-performance writing too, to describe the anticipation, the nervous excitement of it, but we performed pretty early, and so I didn’t have time.

         I thought I'd keep this bit preserved. It's the only thing I actually wrote while on site at the speech contest. I guess I should've realized I wouldn't really be blogging while I was there, but I thought I might. I did a little. There is something kind of neat about having something you wrote there, on site, as opposed to here, this evening, on my bed (which is where I always do my homework); it just kind of captures the moment. But anyways, it's Saturday evening again, and here I am, doing my last two blog posts. Next week I shall do better! But for now, I am going to reflect upon/comment upon my day of speeching.

         It is the morning of districts; as your eyes open in the blue-grey pre-dawn quote-un-quote "morning", this thought slowly floats into your blurry mind. You groan a little; it's Saturday and yet here you are, being awoken at the same time you would be on a normal school day. Your subconscious tugs at you, telling you that you ought to still be sleeping, and the shredded, fast-fading remnants of your dreams call you in a quiet voice to return. But it's a little easier to get up today (despite the fact that you were up past midnight last night writing that blog post), because there's a different energy filling you than on a normal school morning, that energy of anticipation and excitement, that knowledge that today is the day you've been practicing for. You dress yourself in your carefully chosen not-costume, as you've taken to calling it, because for reader's theatre you're not allowed to costume, so you days ago you carefully chose something that seemed like what you imagine your character, the wicked queen, would wear, but yet not something that couldn't pass for something you might wear on a normal day (though it is formal clothes, of course (and honestly the skirt you chose for it you dug out of a moving box in your mom's closet, and though it is, of course, yours, you know you haven't worn it in at least three years, as evidenced by its presence in the box, because you just don't wear black skirts when you have purple and pink and blue and yellow ones in your closet, though this black one is still pleasantly twirly (and then you realize you're rambling in parentheses again, but that's just how you do, I guess))). Indeed, you wore this not-costume to school yesterday so you could ask Mrs. Day whether she found it acceptably un-costume-like, because to you the dark, elegant clothes are relatively non-habitual in your wardrobe (as shown by the fact that, as previously stated, the skirt came out of a moving box and hasn't been worn in years (idly drifts off into wondering about what other clothes, and items, may still be in moving boxes here and there about the house)) and at this point perhaps I should abandon the second person tone. At the beginning, this was general enough to work in second person to put you, my readers, in the place of a person on the morning of speech contests, but now I think I need to shift POV to first person, because at this point, this is pretty clearly about me. Unless you also got your black skirt out of a three-year-old moving box and wore the same outfit you performed in today yesterday in order to show it to Mrs. Day for approval (and also because you like the feeling of dressing up for a special occasion, of being in your fanciful Wicked Queen clothes, and because you thought people would perhaps inquire as to why you were dressed as you were, and then when no one really did ask you about it, you were reminded of that conversation Harry Potter and Dumbledore had in movie six or seven or so when Dumbledore goes, "You must be wondering why I've brought you here, Harry," and Harry humorously but honestly replies, "Actually, sir, after all these years, I just go with it," which sort of makes you happy because it's adding to your Luna Lovegood-like image in which everyone just accepts whatever quirky stuff you're doing as just being you, and yet which also makes a little part of you sort of sad that people have just stopped wondering about you, but then you realize that you're reading way too much into why no one asked you about your outfit and that this is getting sort of self-obsessed. And then you realize that it's ten o'clock and you need to BLOG for goodness's sake because you're describing your day and you haven't even left the house yet.) So, 'nyways, first person now.
         I dressed in the blue-black "morning" dark, carefully draping my lacey aged white overshirt atop my inside-out blue t-shirt (inside-out so as to keep it plain, to make it a plain blue shirt rather than a patterned one) and then brushed and carefully pinned up my hair into a fancy-style bun that I fancied to be queen-like. There's an unreality to that morning before the performances, because your group has been working on your piece for so long it seems unfathomable that the performance is actually here, and there's the excitement that you finally get to show what you believe is something pretty awesome that your group has down just about right, and oh look I'm in second person again, oh well, it's a blog post, it's not that formal, and there's the natural nervousness and worry and fear of messing up and not doing things right and not being prepared enough, but all together it's this beautiful blend of happy anticipation that helps lessen your heavy fatigue. So I quickly did up my hair and donned my necklace, bracelets, and ring, popped some cinnamon raisin toast in the toaster, ran around the house like a maniac gathering far too much junk to bring with me, more than half of which I didn't use, double-checked my hair, slid on my snow boots, placing my good shoes in a bag, bundling my coat about me against the cold, running back to the kitchen to retrieve and butter my toast and to snatch a quick juice box, too, and following mom out to the car with all my piles of whatnot draped about me, settling in for the ride to Cresco.
         We were running a little late, which is pretty typical for us. We got there and I bundled up all my whatnot and boarded the already-crowded bus, seeking out a spot. The bus was filled with similar energy to mine; that of excitement and anticipation. Among other things, I learned to make baby foot prints with the side of my hand. I named mine Francois; Jenna had Sophie, I think, ahead of me, and I don't recall what Derick's (who started the idea. Sorry I don't quite know how to spell your name.) was called, across the way. I doodled a cat and read some of LotR, the two towers, part II (I'm almost done). Then, we arrived at Decorah. I gathered my mess of stuff and joined our proud procession into the gym, where our group made camp on the floor by the wall between the two entry doors, as the one set of bleachers that was out was already bustling. Actually, I personally liked the floor, as I think it was easier to set up camp there. I spread out my blanket and pillow, and after thinking a little more, I spread my coat under my blanket as an added layer of cushion, making a comfy little seat around which my spot in camp centered. Beside it I placed my pile of books and notebooks, my snack bag, my spair clothing bag, in which I placed my snow boots and informal pants, (the latter which I never ended up changing into, because it's just fun running around in a skirt all day,) my laptop and my purse, and... was that all my stuff? I think so. Then as soon as I had it sat up, I moved it all again so I'd be closer to my reader's theatre group.
         We did a quick run-through there in the gym. The whole room bustled with the nervous, excited anticipation of many kids from many schools, and sometimes we lost each other's voices in the noisy space, but we had a good run through, and I felt all warmed up and ready. I felt bad for Lydia, who felt under the weather, but I was glad she was there to be our Sonoma. There was a small amount of milling around and just enough time to enjoy one of the delicious chocolate cookies provided and to apply my sparkly lip gloss and for my mom to come and bring me money for lunch before we went to stand outside our performance center.
         The anticipation builds to a head. (I'm glad I'm not worrying about my tense shifts, because I'd have an awful mess to clean up.) We stood in the order we'd go into the performance, first the narrator, then Sonoma, then me, then my mirror. We waited for a while before we went in, hesitating in that state of anticipation. I looked around for my mom, briefly wondering if she'd found the right place, but she was already in the room watching the performance before us.
         Sorry, it's getting late, I need to hurry up.
         So, we went in, sat up, and performed. It was wonderful. I do love doing this stuff, this dramatized reading and performing and stuff. It's tense and can make you nervous but when you're doing it, it's rather magical. It went wonderfully, too. I can't think of anything I did that made me go "oh, woops, didn't mean to do that." I achieved my scream, and I think my malevolent laugh went well. Everyone in our group did splendidly, even our last-minute replacement Wimpy who joined us literally yesterday, the day before performances, because we lost our original Wimpy yesterday, which was quite unfortunate. It was hard not to turn around and watch everyone else in my group going for the first time. I think we did really quite well.
         Which is why later everyone was so surprised when we didn't make it to state. It was so disappointing going up to that results wall and seeing that little II next to Sonoma White and the Seven Dolts under center four. I double-checked several times when I first saw it, making sure the II was with us, and I still didn't want to be right. Everyone else in the first chunk of results for Reader's got a I. When I told my mom that, she was really surprised, because she said that in the performance before our group, she had nearly fallen asleep. Everyone was surprised we didn't make it to state. I suppose I shouldn't be all mopy here. After all, I had a great time, and we did really well, and a II's not that bad, it's just not a going-to-state rating. I think I would be less disappointed if this wasn't my senior year, and I could do better next year, but unfortunately, I don't get to. I hope I make it in individuals; I still haven't made it past districts ever.
         But it's always fun hanging out at speech competitions for the whole day, and I saw some really fun and funny stuff. There's loads of neat performances to watch, and I did so much laughing today. It's great.
         Sometimes I look back at my blog posts and I'm like, what did I even talk about in all that blathering? I think I fairly decently covered my day of speeching, though. Voices came drifting out from beyond the veil of violet mist today, their carefully-emphasized words weaving fantastical and humorous tales and enthralling listeners the corner of the state around.

Friday, January 24, 2014

Continued Procrastination with a Spot of Theatre

Continued Procrastination with a Spot of Theatre

If you have been following my posts, or if you are also in my creative writing class, then you know that we are to write three blog posts a week. Last week was the first week we did this. (Gosh, it feels like it’s been longer, doesn’t it? And yet it feels like it was just Christmas...) I was planning to do them spread out through the week in a way that makes sense, like maybe Monday, Wednesday, Friday, or Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday or something, but as things I try to do without concrete deadlines tend to end up, I did my first blog post last Friday and the second two on Saturday that week. I thought to myself, well, this is still just the first week, and I’m still just figuring things out. Next week I’ll plan better and I’ll do better.
At this point you may be observing that today is Friday, and further that it is late on Friday evening, and that this is my first blog post this week. Which means that I did not do any better this week. If you are very clever you may even have observed that I actually did worse this week, because last week, I did my first blog post in class on Friday, and this is later than that. Yes, yes, I know, this is not good. Hopefully I can do better next week (famous last words).
I certainly have plenty of ideas for my blog posts, it’s just the matter of finding time to do them, and of prioritizing. Often when I prioritize, I base things off of their deadlines. The sooner the deadline, the sooner I do it. I find I count the deadline for these three blog posts as Saturday at midnight, and so anything with a due date before that is prioritized above them by something automatic in my mind. The advantage that these blog posts have is that they are enjoyable, but that almost becomes a disadvantage in that it makes them seem like something I should do later so I can spend more time enjoying them. While this is obviously illogical and I am fully aware of it, it is subconscious and difficult to control. I just need to do them, but while this may sound simple, ‘tisn’t.
I really should have done this blog post earlier, also because tomorrow our Reader’s Theatre group performs. That means that not only do I need to wrap this thing up and go to sleep so I can be well-rested to play my part as the Evil Queen, a malevolent self-obsessed fruit cake who is desperate to get everyone to find her beautiful and so runs around smashing people who her mirror tells her are prettier than her on the head with apples. Really, she is a little bit sad: all she wants is someone to tell her she’s pretty. I find it interesting that she’s not a murderer. I don’t think she’d admit it, but we can see that she doesn’t actually want to kill anyone. Her poison apple is hardly poison at all but rather knocks the eater out, and she can’t get Sonoma to eat it anyways (did I mention this isn’t the traditional Snow White and the Seven Dwarves but is rather a fractured fairy tale version, Sonoma White and the Seven Dolts? That’s important) so she bashes Sonoma’s head with the apple and leaves her unconscious, hoping that Sonoma will “freeze to death or be eaten by a bear”.
I would like to go on, and on, and on about many things, but in the words of my character, “Well, magic mirror, it’s time for my beauty sleep”. (To which my rather impudent mirror replies “If it’s beauty sleep you’re after, I suggest you take an extra long nap”, causing me to threaten my mirror that I may melt him down and turn him into a soda bottle. We have a very good Queen-mirror relationship) Beyond the violet mist, we love our literature and appreciate a good piece of the theatre, and now I, the good and noble Queen of this Lande, shall participate in this tradition by portraying a far from good and noble Queen who just wants to be told she’s pretty. Wish us luck; I hope we make it to state! Bonne Nuit.

Saturday, January 18, 2014

from: the Lande beyond the violet mist

Top Secret
read with caution and become privy to these secrets at your own personal risk

        What you are about to read is highly secretive and it is of the utmost importance that you handle it with the most delicate care. I am not responsible for any consequences the possession of this knowledge may or may not entail for you. 

        The violet mist and the Lande, or Landes, arbitrarily divided, beyond it, are ancient, secretive, mysterious, and very powerful. They cannot be reached save by those who already live there, upon the back of a unicorn (one who is not a participant in the conspirist movement lead by Fluffy (most preferably one of the dusty rose variety, as it shall get you farther)), through one of only five portals, six of which are on the planet Pluto, or with the aid of a Faerie, which, good luck getting that, as they presently have more important matters with which to deal given the tumult their Lande is in after the most recent occurrences  Regardless of your insanely important and weighty decision as to which mode of transport to utilize, any of these methods will only take you so far as the edge of the violet mist, a shimmering, seemingly tangible aurora effect laid upon the ground and luminescing deeply from an unknown (to all but me and my select advisors) but clearly magical source. If you wish to enter my Lande, you must cross through this. Once again I sarcastically offer you good luck. After all, if I wished sincere good luck to all readers of my blog, your odds of reaching my Lande would be much better. I can't very well have a flood of tourists flocking to my ancient, secretive, mysterious, power-filled Lande, now can I? Only the truly adventurous can pass through the violet mist. It is a quest all its own to merely muster the courage to step within its bounds. The places within the violet mist are beyond description, and though I posses the power to describe them, I won't anyway, as if you are to enter them, your adventure is your own and I don't want to ruin the surprise, of course. I will give you one hint. 
        Use it wisely. 
        Within the confines of the violet mist, you must walk in circles. It is the only way you can hope to get where you are going. 
        I shall say no more. 
        I will tell you this much, though: my Lande beyond the violet mist is well worth reaching. In it, we have many wonders. Obviously, I can't tell you much about these, either. I can probably safely tell you that our principal city does have a magnificent library, which also contains a great plethora of deep secrets, though not always where you expect. The library is also inhabited by cats, the number of which rivals the number of secrets contained therein. There may also be one or a few hundred secret passages in the library. There are other buildings as well, but I may have said too much even in telling you of the library.
        Our forest is a wonder all its own. Over half the land is covered in it, and it is where most, and the most interesting, creatures live. Many mysteries fill the forest, as well; what sort of Lande would it be if the forest was not dark yet light and constantly mysterious? We have grand mysterious castles; we have shimmering, magical flowers. Come to think of it, there is scarce a thing in the Lande that is not mysterious and ancient and magical. Perhaps the tree linking to the eighth portal on Pluto. It's less mysterious now since it spontaneously combusted last week. But then again, that is mysterious, isn't it?
         I don't know for certain, but I may have just conceived the basis of an intriguing new novel. By the way, this is all copyrighted to me and such. Thieves shall be cast into the violet mist with no circles available. Beyond the violet mist, we await you, dear adventurers.

Exhilaration

Exhilaration

     Today, I went sledding. There is nothing quite like it, this act of careening down carefully selected slopes wrapped in soft, glittering whiteness with wild speed and a definitive note of uncontrollability and unpredictability. Well, I suppose you could say snowmobiling is like it, and it's something people of my age (after all, I was allegedly born in 1910, according to my gravestone the internet gave me) seem to find more proper in which to participate. I can't say I've ever tried it, but I know it wouldn't be the same. Not to say I wouldn't want to try it; I think snowmobiling could be really fun to try some time. But I still like sledding. I think snowmobiling would be more like riding a four-wheeler, something I have indeed done and enjoyed. It's just a different activity, and I sat out to write about sledding, and so if I can endeavor to stay on topic, I shall. 
     I sat out today from my Grandma's house, fully bundled in scarf, coat, snowpants, gloves, snow boots, the entire ensemble of cold-warding-off-ness, my basic blue sled grasped in thickly gloved hand, being as I never attached a string to it for pulling and steering as most people typically do (I just never got around to it, and now it's too late. We'll get to why later), and so I made my way to the top of the main sledding hill in my grandma's yard, pressing on through the powdery top-layer of snow, trying not to sink through the semi-icy harder layer of older, undrifted snow a couple inches down, which had partially thawed and then refrozen, making it harder, and often not succeeding and finding myself sinking in even farther than I anticipated. Such is walking in the snow of various snowfalls at various times in various densities--over the winter build-up, quite a few layers develope, and it makes walking interesting. The best scenario is when the hard-frozen snow layer isn't under much powdery or other top layer snow, but under just enough to keep it from being too slippery, and ideally the hard-frozen snow is thick enough to prevent you from sinking through it to the depths of the other snow layers. 
     This is rare, and though it did occur sometimes today, most often, it seemed, I found myself plunging through all available layers of snow and so attempting to look for paths where the snow was at its shallowest. One of the nice things about a sled is that it does not sink through snow layers nearly as easily as feet do, as weight is more spread out and less focused on just the one point; if this weren't so, sledding would be nearly impossible in any sort of deep snow. Nonetheless, the first run down any hill is always the slowest, because it smooths the path. Most of the soft, light powder on top gets cleared out of the sled's path by its helm, and the rest gets packed down as you pass over it. Often, depending upon the steepness of the hill, on the first run, you end up having to push beside the sled with your hands at the side, rather like a surfer pushes themselves out on their surfboard, only you--or I, at least--don't do it on your/my belly, but rather on your/my knees. Depending upon the sled, I almost always go on my knees. After the first run, the real sledding begins, at least, usually. Sometimes, if the snow has a very deep powder/top layer or has no hard layer at all or one not thick enough or is too deep in general, it may take several runs to get it packed down and smoothed enough to make a good path, and I have encountered conditions where the snow is just too soft and too deep to sled with any speed at all, but this was not the case this afternoon, and after the first run, I was off.
     My grandma's main sled hill--or at least the slope of it on which I sled--is pretty much perpendicular to her driveway, and consists of a few sections, if you want to get technical, and being as I don't have the pictures I intended to take to go with this blog post yet, I feel I need to get technical to properly describe the experience of sledding it. The first 'section' as it were, is a relatively long (for a sled hill section) but not very steep slope, along which one moves at a nice glide, not hurtling along but bit by bit gaining speed, until you enter 'section two', distinguished by a little bump followed by a very noticeable increase in the grade of the slope, at which point you begin to rapidly speed up, the fastest section of the hill, leading into the jump section. This point in the hill, or slightly before it, is where I sometimes stand up on my knees and 'surf' for a short while. Sometimes I attempt to maintain this stance into the jump section, and sometimes I don't. The jump section is created by the plowing of my grandma's driveway, which creates ridges of plowed-up snow on both sides of the drive, which creates jumps. The sled hill doesn't stop at the driveway, really; at that point, you've got too much speed to really stop anyways. But the jumps are where it really gets exciting, one split second of airlessness after another as you cross onto the driveway and then off of it. They also seem to be the part where most crashes occur, but aren't the jumps always? If you hit the jump at just the wrong angle, you are catapulted off the sled sideways, or frontways, or if you get at a really weird angle, maybe even backways. Sometimes a crash stops you from making it to the second jump, but sometimes the first jump just turns you enough that you hit the second one really oddly and roll of your sled on the last bit of hill or get thrown off sideways or one knee is thrown off the side and drags or... really, all manner of things can (and have) happened on the last bit of hill after the second jump, which is a relatively short slope ending in the fence separating the yard from the horse pasture. If no crash naturally occurs, as the fence approaches, you must roll yourself off the sled to properly stop. Or at least, that's how I do it. I just lean over as I get close to the fence and I grab the sled as I do so it doesn't slide away and ideally, I land smoothly on my side or back. 
     I was intending on going on to tell you all about sledding out in the pasture, which is where things get even more exciting, and also of how my blue sled broke today, and of the significance of sledding in life, and I was going to make some comparisons with the Dauntless faction from the Divergent series, and I was going to summarize various injuries one can (and I have) sustained from sledding, and also mention how great of exercise sledding is and how hot you get after it and reflect on the beautiful sunset and all manner of other things, not necessarily in that order, but I think I shall do a follow up blog post tomorrow, hopefully with pictures, and cover as much of that as I can, because tonight I'm running short of time and I still need to finish up my third blog post of the week, which I do have started in another tab but which nonetheless I still need to finish in half an hour now, and my goodness this is a long sentence but it's technically not a run-on because as far as I am aware this is still properly punctuated and a sentence is not a run-on until there is an error in punctuation, and until then it is simply a lengthy sentence which leaves one panting at the end. <catches breath>. The Lande beyond the violet mist shimmers with opalescent, feathery, frigidized water coating the ground and shining 'neath the sun's potent golden rays, and  today the whiteness's pristine serenity is speckled and streaked with trails and tracks marking where adventure has passed. 

Friday, January 17, 2014

Welcome!

Welcome to My New Creative Writing Blog!

     You may have noticed my heading and side-bar things indicating that this is now my creative writing blog, but since this is my first official CW blog post, I figured it was worth announcing still. Amongst all the purposes my blog has served, this is really the one that describes me the best, because for many years, I have fancied myself a writer and identified myself as such. I love the written word and the act of creating it, and anyone who knows me well knows this. So, while I do like taking pictures and analyzing literature both very much, this iteration of my blog is the one that best represents me.
     I learned today we will not just be sharing short excerpts of our writing, but that we will be sharing all of our finished pieces on our blogs. I must say, this will greatly affect my writing style this semester because I do write differently when I know that anyone in the world will be able to see what I am writing. Any time I write a blog post, I find myself thinking about how various groups of people will read it. I think about how members of my family will read my posts, I think about how my friends will read my posts, I think about how my teachers will read my posts, I think about how random strangers who don't know me at all except through my writing will read my posts, I think about how people who dislike me will read my posts, I think about how vague people I've met only once whose names I don't even recollect will read my posts... And of course, it will influence my writing style that I try to always remain anonymous on my blog so that my unknown readers will always know me as Vivi and won't know my true identity unless they know me in person, as I always stay mostly anonymous on the internet.
     I guess it's just something I've always done, keeping my real name off the internet. Maybe I'm kind of paranoid, I don't know, but I think I'm mostly just private that way. There's something very awkward about putting pieces of yourself, even under a fake name, where everyone can see you. I like that when you google any of my names (I also like that I have multiple names, which sounds very mysterious), you don't get me. When you google my real name, you get mostly little old ladies, more than one obituary (apparently I died in 1952 and my middle name was "Fausnaugh" (which, this much I will tell you, it actually isn't my middle name. But I won't tell you whether I died in 1952. I might have. You'll just have to wonder...<insert mysterious ghostly noises like woooooooh>)), as well as some pictures of this one blonde lady who was some kind of myspace model, or at least you always used to, I don't see her anymore. When you google my penname, oh, that's new, now you can actually see my NaNoWriMo profile :) That's actually cool. I'm alright with that, I guess, because for one it's under my penname rather than my actual name, and for two it's probably good, if I'm going to publish anything under that name, to be getting it out there a little. I kind of like the idea that people can find the fictional me, and I think I/she am/is pretty well represented as who she/I is/am (being multiple people gets complicated ;) ). But I'm still happy that it's not connected to my blog and that all the other results are also old, dead ladies. I guess my real and pen names are both very old fashioned, which I like. 
     The only problem with my NaNo profile is that it shows my epic wordcount deficit--16,173 words out of 50,000. It occurs to me that now might be a good time to explain what NaNoWriMo is. NaNoWriMo is short for National Novel Writing Month and it's an annual contest which takes place in November. The goal is to write an entire 50,000 word novel in one month, or an average of nearly 2,000 words a day. I'd heard about NaNo a few times before, but this was the first year I tried it. Of course, the only days I made word par were the saturdays when I was able to sit at my laptop all day and write for literally the whole day, but that was a wonderful experience. Well, and I also made word par on the very last day of November, when I wrote from around 9:30 at night until midnight, and so I made a great deal of progress in a short while, but really that night hardly counts.
     As the time got later and later, what I wrote on my novel was less and less about my novel and more about sheer wordcount. At the very end I introduced a random, irrelevant character who believed he was a squirrel and who served no remote shadow of a practical purpose in my novel whatsoever, but who did help me get over a thousand words in a little more than an hour. I say this doesn't really count, though, because I probably will take out everything I wrote that night, because it got quite simply atrocious and irrelevant to my plot. It felt good to make my final word count go up, though, just to make it look better. The rest of the month actually did really help me make sincere progress on my actual novel, and it was a very good thing to do for the most part. Considering I am a senior in high school, I think I did rather well on the whole, despite my gaping word count deficit, and it was well worth doing. 
     This blog post seems to be a wonderful demonstration of my chain of thought. I sat out to welcome you all to my blog and briefly explain things, but as it turns out I seem to have given you a decent introduction to myself as a crazy, confusing, humorous, parentheses-over-using writer. I do tend to blather on about random things. Another interesting way this demonstrates a bit of who I am is that we are to do three blog posts a week from Sunday to Saturday, and today is Friday, I have been working on this post since Monday, and it is still my first post. I am a lengthy, slow writer, and a horrible procrastinator. So, most likely, a second blog post will be coming your way around midnight tonight, and the third, probably Saturday evening. I also have a rough draft to write (due today) and now I need to figure out what my next blog posts are going to be about. I should go do that! And here I am, editing some things I saw in this post, on Saturday at 7:00pm (or whatever time it is in Norway, if you'll still believe I'm there. I mean, of course I am in Norway...). Time to get blogging! Nice to have you all meet me! Oh, by the way, it's something of a blog-tradition I have to sign off with a little note about what's going on in my fantastical land that lays beyond the mysterious, swirling violet mist. This week beyond the violet mist, things are getting a little chaotic, but we're working on it, and we're still very excited to be an imaginary society in a mysterious, invented land of adventures, whose adventure shall now be to write!