imaginary circus

Writer, fangirl, bon vivant. My interests are all over the map. I love good stories however they come packaged.


Liker of coffee and words. Occasionally cranky. tumblr elderly. I apologize in advance for my tags.

Dear David,

9 years down. 81 more until our granite wedding anniversary. We’ve got this. My great grandmother lived to be 108. I can make 120. No prob. You, my lovely child bride, only have to make it to 115 years old.

There is no one I would rather buy a tombstone for less than you. I have once again failed to write a properly romantic letter, but the beautiful things about our lives can’t be tied up in pretty words. The best moments are when you’ve got me crying with laughter because you know I’m stressed out and laughing will help burn some of it off. Or when you let me tell you long complicated stories about what I’ve worked on and you listen to it all carefully. I don’t know what I give you, but whatever it is I give it to you completely. I accept who you are and I love you so damn much. Also I laugh at the majority of your jokes. That has to be a plus. And I read you LotR aloud.

When the cat was sick last night you told me not to worry and that you’d take care of it. Because you are the care taker. Bertie and I are just here to shed all over and look adoringly at you. And to look sad when we’re hungry. (Some day I will do the magic thing again where food comes from the grocery store into our house and I cook it.) 

Love,

Katie

p.s. You are my proverbial partner in crime. We have committed no actual crimes.

Asker anonsally Asks:
You know me, but hey, my favorite color is yellow (you probably knew that. My second-favorite is purple.), my favorite musical is probably Singin' in the Rain, ice cream, generally speaking: mint chip, but only if the chocolate chips are more like abundant little flecks. (In fact, I'll take just about any base flavor with that kind of chocolate chips.) I wish I could have a cat. Today I received a package from my cousin containing letters I wrote 20yrs ago.
imaginarycircus imaginarycircus Said:

I am fascinated by your written correspondence thing with your cousin. It always sounds so cool. You are one of the few tumblr people I know who I’ve seen in person. Who knew mint chip ice cream was so popular? I mean, it’s my fav (actually mint oreo is my fav, but mint chip is a close second.) And the entire time we’ve been doing this meme I haven’t had any ice cream. This is a travesty.

DO NOT SHOOT MENTALLY ILL PEOPLE. DO NOT SHOOT PEOPLE. STOP SHOOTING PEOPLE. STOP KILLING BLACK PEOPLE.

I thought I just lost 8 pages of an 11 page script, but it was only the wifi at the coffee shop failing. On my way home to see if the pages were still there or not—I stopped to read about the new bagel shop down the street and started crying. I had sunglasses on.

Pages were still there when I got home. Looking forward to apparently amazing bagel shop opening soon. Still sort of crying. Might be hay fever?

irreducibilitas:

Grimm and Other Folk Tales

by Cory Godbey

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mmmbuttery:

badromancenovelquotes:

grilledsneakers:

A romance novel about a guy who falls in love with a wereoctopus man. The best purchase I will ever make.

Must. Have. This. Book.

Plus, it kinda looks like Diedrich Bader.

Hey hey hey  - for friends who are interested in purchasing:

http://www.amazon.com/Eight-Arms-Hold-Ally-Blue-ebook/dp/B00CGO8HFS/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1404566718&sr=8-3&keywords=8+arms+to+hold+you

(You know I don’t judge.  Love what you love.  But if you read, I want to know if it’s any good.  Yeah?)

WHAT IS THE WORLD TRYING TO TELL ME TODAY? In the middle of the night Verity email me this link about someone’s liveblog of a cuttlefish shifter romance novel (read porn.) Two weeks ago Kathryn brought me a werewolf shifter romance novel from Comic Con.

(nb: the link above leads to a pretty funny write up with some mildly squicky stuff, but nothing too graphic. Though after 15 years in fandom I am not sure I know what the hell graphic actually is. But like shifting cuttlefish and an orgy. If you don’t know where that’s going, you should probably not go down that road? YMMV)

I can’t say I find were-anything interesting. Except the werehedgehog guy. I will love him forever. I will never read that book, but someone wrote a book about a guy who turns into a hedgie at the full moon. And like do not give him dairy. He will die.

(via rob-anybody)

I was tagged by ladyofthelog.

Rules: In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag [ten] friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure you let your friends know you’ve tagged them:

  1. A Ring of Endless Light - Madeleine L’Engle
  2. Catcher in the Rye - J.D. Salinger
  3. Aristotle’s Nichomachean Ethics (you knew that would be in here)
  4. Six Memos for the Next Milllenium - Italo Calvino
  5. Night Watch - Terry Pratchett
  6. Where the Sidewalk Ends - Shel Silverstein
  7. The Secret History - Donna Tartt
  8. Emma - Jane Austen
  9. Magic for Beginners - Kelly Link
  10. eleanor & park - Rainbow Rowell

So I am supposed to tag people and I hate doing that because I am leaving people out. So I will tag some people. But if you want to do this, consider yourself tagged. (That makes you sound like wildlife being tracked by scientists. But I am not tracking you nor am I science.)

Anyway. Take it away: anonsally, kyrieanne, ladywhizbee, thelorelaisquared, rosieramblings, lulabo, alltheladiesyouhate, runawayjohanna, aeternamente, and purekathryn.

pretty-period:

More girls should join boys’ teams so it could be a tradition and it wouldn’t be so special.” - 13-year-old Mo’Ne Davis, the 18th girl to play in the Little League World Series in its 68-year history, the FIRST girl to throw a Little League World Series SHUTOUT. Her fastball? 70 MILES PER HOUR. #throwlikeagirl #BlackGirlsROCK

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  • Me: L.M. Montgomery would have had such a lady boner for Margaret Atwood and Alice Munro. No one can convince me otherwise.
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  • imaginarycircus: I can't see that ending yet, but I like it. It's sweet and creepy. Like us.
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  • Me: Indulge my structure-loving heart. Status of the narrator...
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  • imaginarycircus: [multi-paragraph email about Kafka]

timeforquote:

http://shefashionista.tumblr.com/

That’s how good stories work. They’re about the things people don’t want to say or face. Otherwise nothing happens.

(via macyaudenstarr)

kyrieanne:

It only took 80+ emails for me, imaginarycircus, ladywhizbee, and theloreleaisquared to make a single decision about a color. 

When decided imaginarycircus sent us this…

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…to which we then thought of another tangental plot bunny that sent us all CAPSLOCKING. 

Sometimes, this show that doesn’t exist but will, keeps me up at night. 

Hey what's the haps katie,i'm jaz; i am really partial to the colors blue, green and purple; i don't really do musicals but i will tell you my favorite shows tend to be trash teen shows on the cw because i am so very predictable, i like chocolate chip ice cream and i used to have a cat but then he ran away from home (i have three dogs though and they're not cats but they're kinda close); i have a taser and know how to use it but the first time i had it i tased myself :O
imaginarycircus imaginarycircus Said:

JAZ. YOU TASED YOURSELF? I… OUCH. OWWWWWWWW.

KyrieAnne and JJ are trying to convince me to watch the trailer for The 100. I said I would, but I haven’t yet. I’m scared. David is going on retreat next week and I will be alone and that’s when I tend to haul off and watch an entire season of some show and eat ice cream for dinner. All these posts are making me want to eat ice cream. I haven’t had any lately.

DOGS! THREE?! I am incoherent with dog envy.

The simple fact is that people who achieve excellence in their fields didn’t just have a dream. They got up at 4:00 am to practice on parallel bars or had to forgo other desirable activities and paths in order to get in six hours of violin practice a day, or stayed off several million absurd writing advice blogs with their overheated little cliques that dispense useless regurgitated maxims and empty praise and decide to actually confront their own thoughts on a page. Or they read Beowulf and Dante carefully and deeply when they didn’t see any point, since all they were interested in was Sylvia Plath, because someone of more experience and wisdom told them to do so. I don’t know whether we’re overly lazy, stupid, or childish these days. But the idea of preparing oneself for excellence has somehow disappeared. So – my advice to dreamers: Don’t just follow your dreams. Earn them. Do what it takes to achieve it. Work for it. Don’t just sit there and dream because if you do, it will never, ever be yours.

Harrison Solow, Don’t Follow Your Dream
(via crimsun)

People occasionally stop me in the coffee shop and tell me that they thought they wanted to write a book, but they see me there every day—writing for six hours or more and having very little success to show for it. They say they don’t want to do what I am doing. That makes me sad and slightly worried that I look like someone is doing civil war surgery on me when I’m working.

If your daydream is to be a famous writer without having to actually write? That’s fair. Day dream all you want to. But if you actually want to learn to write well—you have to practice and study and read. Read everything. Read philosophy and history and economics and novels and poetry. (Don’t read Kant’s Critique of Pure Reason. I hate that as much as I hate Hamlet. Maybe more.) Don’t ever expect to make much money off your work. If you do? That’s awesome. Most of us won’t.

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Asker lizziedarcys Asks:
Hi! I'm Kim. My favourite colour is purple, my favourite musical is Spring Awakening, my favourite ice cream flavour is Ben & Jerry's Clusterfluff. I don't have a cat! I have a dog, though. Her name's Ellie, she's a border collie. Aaaand a random fact about me (first thing that came to mind, probably because I've just been running lines) is I'm currently playing Mary Bennet in a production of P&P.
imaginarycircus imaginarycircus Said:

Hello there. :D I have never even heard of Clusterfluff. That’s so funny. Am assuming it has marshmallow in it? Marshmallow gives me texture issues—unless you melt them and put them in Rice Krispies. Oh! We had a collie when I was a baby—but she was like Lassie. All the border collies I’ve known have been sweeties. I love dogs so much. UGH. DOGS. Why can’t I have 20? (Or one?)

It must be fun to play Mary, but I imagine you can never crack a smile? I can’t act so this is all very mysterious to me. Like crocheting and drawing and not turning bright red when more than two people watch you talking.