Peredhil

Marvelous.

*hug-snuggles* Heh, I learned the giving-gift-on-birthday thing from the Hobbits...

Oooh. I know that "ugly" look. Before Zool browbeat me into posting at AM, I used to try to write what I "saw" in my head, and would either delete (if on a computer) or burn (if on paper) because it was so horribly inadequate. I never thought anyone would like them at all. Come to find out... (Muahahaha!) THEY didn't know what I was seeing, they only got to see the distorted poor reflections which were transcribed, and some people liked them. I do know that the more I write, the more I can write. Sometimes for me, it's like priming an old pump - have to let the "bad writing" flow to get it out of the system before the good pure writing appears. Persistent Peredhil's Polite two-cents.

Yes yes yes! Write more! I've never understood insecurity in presenting one's own works at the Pen... NOT! Heh, I think there are only about five people here who unhesitantly think they're good writers if asked. I know I'm not one. (Which actually *is* true. I'm more of a Polite guy instead of a good writer. ) *hugs* Thanks for posting this! I'd wanted to read it again, but I'd said I wouldn't go back to the Legion site when I left (yo-yo departures cause too much strife and despite implementations, I did believe in much of what the Legion stood for. Hard to be disappointed if you haven't dreamed.) -Peredhil

Yes, she has potential, and talent. She already has flare, but she could be more. Like so many other Artists, she prolly sees only the speck on the ring she envisioned, and ignores the perfection of the rest of the golden band - it's very hard to be tolerant of your own works when you have had a visualization of what they could have been and failed to be. -Peredhil's two cents.

Thank you all! Eyes the Huggle arms and a wide gleam enters his eyes. Everyone flees from the impending Popeye arm huggle. Except Zool of course, who can't flee. Looking frantically around for Grimmael, he starts spinning life-preserving speech... Hey Big P! Uh, no point in breaking the glass for just me! Don't need those arms for me, nope nope nope. Only one FRAGILE painting. Come give me a hug you lug... (Thank you all so very much! Consider yourselves hugs Politely and gently - I'll save the arms for the tough cases.)

Hugs Mynx in a welcome back, and gives Canid a fresh rabbit to reward a wonderful pun.

Popping out after delivering the bags, Peredhil came back in the front door, dressed as Doctor Evil. He was followed by his Giant Guinea Pig Bodyguards, Guido and Nuncio. Nuncio was dressed like the Almighty Thor, complete with winged helmet and short handled hammer. A minor spell enhanced his static electricity and caused minor electrical storms to generate from his fur. Guido was wearing a picture with the face cut out, through which he'd pushed his head, and carried a Rubber Chicken, fortunately of the non-magical variety. Occasionally he exclaimed "Hey youse guys, I've been Framed!!!" At this point, his sons were no where to be found.

"Thank you all", he exclaimed in delighted surprise. Putting on the tent-shirt, he pulled up the bottom, rolled the sides and belted it tightly. It still engulfed his slender form. In fact, he looked like an elegant pear with feet at this point. "Thank you again." Pushing up a sleeve to reveal a hand, he looked at the books happy at seeing old friends. "Perfect for my schedule - like an extended conversation. Oh, I haven't read this or this ... or this! How wonderful - these are some of my favorite authors." Waving a fabricked hug after Wyvern he shouts, Thank you! I'll see you later today at the RenFair!" Hugs everyone. *Z' jumped the US of A time zones because of his overseas advantage - the 2nd IS my birthday. *

The dead hand of the past clasps with mortuis strength But if you lift your eyes from it's deadly grip, You'll see That you have choices you've feared to take. When you've nothing to lose and no reason to live What have you to lose by trying something new? In a year, if you do nothing, you're a year older. But if you break the shackles of fear and risk the unknown. You might be free. The most beautiful roses grow from the rankest fertilizer. *hugs the Tattered rose*

I kinda have to laugh - I *still* to this day hesitate to post because I think that so many here are better writers than I. But I post anyway, because when I'm cut, I bleed words. Post because it's in your heart, and you'll find an audience to listen. Even if they don't comment. Perhaps they don't know what to say? Perhaps it resonates so strongly they are dealing with their own memories as they walk away. Truly some read and can't relate, but others read and for more can hardly wait. Your works though few and far between have been worth waiting for, in my opinion. A computer can work spelling and grammar, but it takes a poet to have the courage to offer up their heart to the world through words. Your writing is never perfect, never sterile, and well worth reading. Peredhil's two cents.

I'll just have to come track you down in Real Life, I guess...

welcome back home. Good portrayal of heartbreak. I think headlight is one word though! Hugs -Peredhil

Marvelous! 'Bout time you found your way here. Hugs a welcome to a new old face. -Peredhil the Polite

Oooh. Welcome back and with a good poem too!

Gratz!!!! Peredhil blinks. You mean, you weren't just pretending to be surprised? The illusions worked on y'all? Drifts over to congratulate the mage responsible.

Reminds me of depressions past and hope found. Nicely done.

Pounce Huggles

(Happy Birthday Racouol. I haven't any clever words for you, just my respect and affection. *hugs* (On an side note, I've noticed that, of the Pen Membership, I find myself chortling and reading excerpts of a Wyvern post aloud to anyone in the vicinity more than any other person here - including me. I am simply amazed at the amount and variety of Wyvern's creativity.))

Sees a bunch of Yes or No answers within himself depending on his mood. Have you ever realized mood changes make you nearly several different people with opposing views on things, and then spent long periods of time to determine what DOESN'T change to decide just what your identity is? Or given up and decided on an identity and lived it until it became true? Or accepted an identity from someone else (like God gives out in Romans) and tried to fit into it? Or a mixture and struggle of "all of the above"?

Write me in, pair me with anyone. If I don't know them, it's a great excuse to get to know them. Peredhil (I'm supportive) the Polite Ancient

sneaks in with the popcorn and shares it out.

Happy Birthdays!

Nicely done...

*nod nod* But post on the Weenie Awards thread anyway! *hugs*