I am interested in art, A Song of Ice and Fire, being nice, books, the classical world, food, interior and urban design, making friends, math, poetry, rabbits, random musings of hemi/semi/demi intelligence and squeeing.
My old tumblr name was inle-hain.
Blog content is not primarily fandom based but I do write fanfiction for the Sansa Stark and Sandor Clegane pairing from George R.R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire. You can read my stories via ff.net or AO3.
I’m indifferent to the HBO TV series Game of Thrones so the fandom aspect of my blog is related to fanfiction and fanart based on book canon exclusively.
I am the creator of the illustrated Sansan novella Running with the Hare and Hunting with the Hound. Which you can read (and indeed I hope you do), by clicking on the cover below.
The process of writing it and adapting it as an illustrated novella has been almost a two year long project that I completed on February 2014. I blog about my fanwork under the tag Running Hunting Reboot.
I’m not sure what to feel when I see posts claiming that Sansa is one of the best players of the Game because I love her to pieces but—she’s really not?
Like besides the fact that LF worries me more than the Kindly Man does, for instance, people also often cite the fact that she’s alive as a reason that she’s “winning” the Game. But I disagree strongly with “You win or you die,” to begin with—there are plenty of people who lose the Game and are still alive, and who end up suffering far more than those who were given the mercy of death.And if staying alive means that she’s winning the Game then doesn’t that mean everyone who’s alive is winning??? Are we stretching the definition of “winning” into meaninglessness here? (Am I also winning the Game?) I mean let me tell you, Margaery Tyrell is currently very alive and also definitely not currently winning, imo. But I don’t know.
To me Sansa is a total student and yo that’s okay because she’s like thirteen, jesus. And anyway if you really want her to play the Game as a master, remember how often the good and honorable end up in early graves when they try to contend on an even playing field with the likes of Varys, LF, and Roose Bolton?
So, let me tell you a quick story:
My grandpa on my dad’s side came over from China when he was pretty young— grew up in Chicago. He was in high school when World War 2 broke out; he joined up, and was put in the 407th Air Service Squadron. It was part of the famed Flying Tigers fighter group, and one of the first all Chinese-American units in the military. He fixed planes. He also shot at them when they strafed the airfield. With a pistol.
He was there when the Japanese officially signed the surrender, and was honorably discharged soon after. The very first thing that he bought with his stashed up pay was a sterling silver bracelet with his serial number on it.
I keep it within sight of my desk at all times.
After the war, he went back to Chicago, but his father was already housing too many Chinese immigrant workers (up to this point, most Chinese immigrants were single men because of strict immigration laws and quotas), so he had to move to Detroit to live with an uncle and finish high school.
One of his high school teachers noted his artistic abilities, and recommended that he use his GI Bill to go to art school. Of course, his dad wouldn’t have it. So, he worked in laundromats, owned his own grocery, and later worked as an insurance salesman instead.
70 years later, I’m the graduate of an art school, and I’m taking a break from drawing to write this out.
I guess my point is this: the time that you use to pursue art has to come from somewhere. At some point, a sacrifice was made by you, or others, to allow you to have that time. Illustrators try to make a living in that intersection of art and commerce in an effort to lessen that sacrifice. There are some that are doing quite well at that. There are many, many more that are not.
Even those artists who we view as extremely successful have to sacrifice time. It just comes from other places: relationships, health, or family, etc. The real struggle then, is to find that balance on how you are spending your time.
If you know that a life spent making art is your ultimate goal, then doing things you don’t like aren’t really frustrations. They are necessities that must be done to give yourself time.
I think this is why I cringe every time I hear someone say that self-righteous creed of the “creative class”: “Do what you love, and you’ll never work a day in your life.” That statement discounts all the hard work and sacrifices that you or others have made to be in that situation—what on Earth would entitle us to only work jobs that we love?
I don’t do this because I love it. I do it because I must.
It’s in my bones.
awhitehart replied to your post “enjoy the concert. I love that kind of music. jordi savall is great.”
I absolutely adore Hesperion XXI. Breaks my heart that Montserrat Figueras was taken too soon. Gorgeous person through and through.
**Squealing** We have so much in common! This is the song that made me discover and fall in love with Hesperion XXI and early music.
A soft bed, scones with jam and cream and wolf bonded and the love philtre! It makes being off work with a kidney infection a pleasure.I hope you recover speedily and spike is being considerate.He’s loving having a bed companion all day. I’ve noticed he is spending a lot more time hanging around by the stairs in the dark…….
Uh oh. I’m scared for you given his history. Watch out!
The title says it all.
The chapter is available on ff.net, AO3 or my livejournal
A fantastic read
I hope you recover speedily and spike is being considerate.
A soft bed, scones with jam and cream and wolf bonded and the love philtre! It makes being off work with a kidney infection a pleasure.