The Virgin Mary is watching us

One winter, I was bored and randomly looked at the new animes that were starting to air. Intrigued by the title of one of them, I decided to watch the first episode. Truth be told, only two things made me watch on after the first episode : the first, was the appearance of one of the main protagonists, a graceful long dark-hair girl, typically the type I admire : good mannered and dignified but capable of terrible fits of anger ^-^ The second was the language: everyone uses keigo, the most formal and difficult level of Japanese, that I'm supposed to know but frankly, I can't use it without making mistakes.

At least for the language part, I decided i had to watch on, because shows using this language are quite rare nowadays, and it wouldn't hurt for me to hear the most of it, and maybe get used to it. Furthermore, even if the show wasn't so far exceptionally addictive, it wasn't bad either : many interesting characters as well as an original concept was the core of the story, which was supported by a nice soundtrack and pretty art, so there wasn't negative points making me reluctant to watch on.

I really didn't think this would become one of my obsessions later. I bought some of the novels after which the anime was made, read some of the mangas that were released alongside the anime, and I'm collecting the drama-cds of the series with eagerness.


This is the kind of story where, every time you'll pick it up again after some time, a different aspect of it will appear as more important to you, according to what you've lived in between, or what your current state of mind is at the moment you read it, a different part of the story or some details will affect you more, or will reveal a different "truth" to you. This makes it interesting to many age. Of course, there is a minimum age required for you to be interested in the primary plot first, and in the kind of characters featured in the story. But you can still grow up quite a bit, re-read it, and get swapped by the story, the protagonists, what they live and how they think, each time seeing it a bit differently, understanding a bit more deeply what is there to see in all of this.

This is the kind of story I'd like to write, though it's difficult. I often notice that these kinds of stories must adopt a writing style that purposefully won't explain too much of the situation, so that some of the feelings and thoughts going on won't appear all at the first reading, and I can't help but put in as much detail I can in important scenes dealing with strong feelings, because I always fear that this very precise thing I want to transmit won't be seen in its entirety, or how I want it to be perceived... Though it might actually be impossible for the readers to see things exactly as we want them to, this makes me all the more worried about giving away enough detail to make the representation of the scene as close to the one I have in mind as possible, leading to possibly very boring passages (we can say all that we want, most people do found Balzac and Zola horribly boring, and that's because of their very long descriptions).

Writing & Rain

Introduction to what I write.
I got fed up with running away and started writing what I want a month ago... pretty recent huh? ^-^
So far, I write two kinds of texts:

On one hand, there's a story I've started, I always write down bits when they come to me through a mental image. Of course I have an overall idea of the story and the characters' development, but I want to leave some freedom to my creations : there are some days where a strong idea comes to mind and at this moment, it feels obvious that the bit will be good for the story, even if it's not always coherent with what I already had in mind.... So I either adjust the rest, or write the idea in a note to decide later, but if I absolutely want to keep it as it came to me, I try writing the scene before I "lose" its atmosphere : this is when the best ideas flow one after another without warning.... editing and fixing the coherence will come after :) I always revise them many times before showing them, so a lot have been done but aren't ready for viewing yet ^__~ They'll be posted with no consideration to their chronological order or whatsoever....

And there's on the other hand, things I wrote, still out of the spur of the moment, but about my own feelings or reflexions. I just feel like writing it down, get it out of me, and why not, keep it as a souvenir ) The piece I'll put below is one off them. I had "my" feeling, "my" reflexion, and I wanted to describe it. I knew how I had to start telling it all, and how I wanted to finish it, but in the middle, i had an idea of how it could fit in my story, how the main character would see it too, so the second paragraph is more viewed from her point of view... but I still wanted to end it as originally planned, so I tried to attach them all together, and this is how we have today's piece ^^

******* * About Rain * *********

This a bit I wrote when I awoke one day and saw it rain drops splatter on my window. Usually, I revise my writings a lot before ever showing it to anyone, but this time, I just put down whatever I wanted and briefly re-read to correct small mistakes (orthography and typings). A native-English speaker forum buddy told me there were awkward parts, but didn't have the time to tell me where yet :) But I decided to put it here nonetheless, so you can see what flaws remain of my writing in English ^_^;


It's raining outside. Could I be really tired? I sense melancholy and blandness filling me up. People are said to sadden on rainy days, but I don't think the phenomenon to be true on me. I had always loved rainy days. From the light misty rain to the heavy pounder of a cloudburst, they've all rung to my ears like misfortune companions, crying alongside you, muttering out your hidden laments, and engulfing you in their strong but warm embrace. Chasing your painful thoughts out of you by their entrancing singing, growing up and buzzing stronger in your head every minute, they rock you back and forth until they leave you laying down feeling empty of unnecessary feelings, finally dull enough to sleep.

In my homeland, rain often pours violently, its wrath making some tremble with fear, others with pleasure. But always, its strength impresses deep feelings into the people, its beauty, one day exalted the other graceful, enchant any artist's eyes and ears. However here, in the grand city of light, only drizzles come down on us, inspiring nothing but a slight annoyance at this meek manifestation of Nature. No beauty, no power oozes from it, and it can only rise boredom inside people's hearts.

This may well be why I feel sad today : this curse of boredom is gaining territory inside of me. I should leave this town soon, lingering any longer could devour me further, little by little it is true, but the changes are undoubtedly real. Watching the drips knocking scarce on my window, I feel like going out, raising my hands high to meet this natural flow and close my eyes upon reaching it, delighting in its presence.

But what's dripping outside isn't the engulfing flow of the downpour I've grown up alongside with, but this meek, weak and colorless drizzle. I'm looking at it with the yearning of someone about to reunite with an old lover, while I know what's waiting outside is not this old friend in which I've so often found comfort, and this, is perhaps what grieves me so today : beyond this glass outside, is no more than the shadow of an old companion.

Dreams of an Artemis

Why "Dreams of an Artemis"?

Several reasons made me choose this title for my first blog.

- First : "Artemis" - I have always liked greek and roman mythology, from this I got interested in the planetory systems and such as a kid. Amongst all the great mortals and gods of this mythology, the Lunar Goddess, Diana, Artemis, Phoebe, Selene, has been one of my favourites, and her love with the Mortal Prince Endymion seemed poetic and simply fabulous to my 9-year-old eyes.... I guess it left a mark in my mind after all these years ;)

- Second : I recently discovered the new blog of my favourite writer, Diana Gabaldon, which is called "Voyages of the Artemis", and the title seduced me at once, of course.... so yes, I guess you could say it's a reference to her blog. I hope it won't be considered as plain offensive copying if she ever stumbles upon this blog :/ (or worse, I wouldn't like any fans' wrath over this matter through heavy spamming....O_o)

- Lastly : Why "Dreams".... Diana Gabaldon is now famous, and her continuing work Outlander is now rivaled by her new projects, so we could say her literary career is a "Voyage" still going on. On the other hand, I just only recently took the courage to take time writing and let my impulse go free : I'm only at the beginning of my literary "career", which isn't one per say, since I'm not doing it as a professional or anything.... So I'll call my literary journey a succession of "Dreams" compared to her actual achievements. They're part of many readers' reality, and of course of her family and friends' lives, while mine is still only affecting Me, myself and I.... it's in my head....and my still few written texts.

Ahhh....as usual, I meant to write something short, and tons of lines lie there now, who in the world would read this bunch of blabbing? or maybe this is just for me alone for now ^__^ hehe, I don't know where this will go....

Is it really a good idea to post my writing here in the first place? I'm not really sure but I don't have English classes anymore, no teacher to correct or guide me, so if constructive remarks or encouragements can be gained through here, I have very little to lose :)

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