About Me:Contrary to popular belief, Ashtoreth is not the mother to legions of demons, merely the mother of three, but she can easily see how the confusion has arisen. If you need further clarification on this, Ashtoreth will invite you to spend a weekend in an abandoned house with her three beasties. Should you survive, you can tell the world that said three wee beasties can indeed be easily mistaken for a legion of demonic hordes.
Her interests are many and varied. Her main obsessions range from the faerie realms to the football pitch. Additionally, the idea of Sir Christopher Lee singing with the Italian symphonic metal band Rhapsody makes her giggle uncontrollably.
She obsesses over… Writing. Ashtoreth harbours a [probably unhealthy] creative writing addiction. She also abuses colons, semi-colons, and ellipses on a regular basis... just because she can; so there. This amazing abuse of grammar thus allows her to make a simple sentence stretch to roughly 1000 words and meet most posting requirements of her creative writing groups: truly an amazingly mad and astounding talent; if only she could use her powers for Good(TM)... sadly, until she reforms her wicked ways, Ashtoreth shall continue to be a merry agent of Chaos.
To those who are new to my words and to those who are older friends, there at times comes a point when a pause, a reintroduction is needed; as if the writer herself is consulting some inner map and choosing which path next to take, which journey notes to share. I see that so many things have changed, and that alone gives me reason to question, to worry if I will be able to accomplish any new reminiscence much less find any cohesion for these memories of mine. I do not know if I will be capable of giving them coherence, when in fact there may be none at all, and what sense of meaning I once held was always just the echo of perennial illusion.
Yet, I cannot deny this inner calling to share my voice and my song. So I tell myself to begin... simply to let the memories flow as the dance once more is begun. Two melodies twine themselves around my heart and my soul: echoes of the future past.
From The Mirror:
Dracula actor Christopher Lee may finally accept he is a legend, now he's been honoured by the Queen.
The 87-year-old - who once said "To be a legend, you've either got to be dead or excessively old!" - was knighted in the Queen's Birthday Honours List yesterday.
Lee is one of the most prolific screen actors of all time.
With more than 250 film and TV credits to his name, he is best known for his his role as the fearsome vampire in the Hammer Horror movies.
But Lee also played iconic roles as Lord Summerisle in The Wicker Man and as Scaramanga in the 1974 Bond film The Man with the Golden Gun.
Recently, he starred as Saruman in the Lord Of The Rings trilogy and as Count Dooku in the Star Wars prequels.
His agent said he is in New Mexico, but "aware" he was now Sir Christopher.
First, I do apologise for changing my nickname on site, but I thought it better to have it match & mirror my Dreamwidth account. I am going to try and keep this blog up to date with Nanny Ashtoreth although I will keep all posts related to creative writing at Two Vamps & a Witch.
Ningal is one of the characters I am writing at PanHistoria, but I would like to share some of my work with a broader audience that would appreciate it.
Dare I to introduce myself with the Homeric words Tell me, O muse, of that ingenious hero[ine] who travelled far and wide in the attempt to find the perfect opening? Perhaps.
Or not, depending on the aetherial winds that do blow in with the light of day. Cruel Apollo, how did you become the patron of the arts? Your bright rays shine harshly, brightly on all, driving the delicate and fleeting thoughts of night into the shadows. Better Artemis to be the gentle patroness of these letters.
Which is what this account shall be. Letters written and set adrift on the arcane electric seas of the computer realm. Dear...
But to whom shall they be written? Myself, lovers, potential lovers, or just to the muses? For those curious eyes that wander the electric seas and find themselves touching briefly upon these shores? For all of the above. Yes for all of those I would whisper to on the wind, in the sound of the sea, in the moonlight, from the sun dancing on wave top...