Monthly Archives: September 2012

Inspiration: It Happens in Armitage World


As some of you know, my college degree is in art education. I only got to teach art for five years altogether, years apart and in very different settings (a residential school for the blind and a private academy). Once I started working at the newspaper 11 or so years ago, I pretty much put aside my artistic efforts to focus on writing and photography.

Of course, it was Richard’s wonderful ChaRActers who inspired me to try my hand at fiction after several years of writing non-fiction, and to start doing the slideshow fanvids.

But the more I have played with Mr. A’s images in fanart; the more I have seen of Sebastian’s (aka Gisbornesboy) wonderful cartoons and other drawings, as well as the artwork of other fans, the more I have felt compelled to pick up sketch pencils and pads once more. To see if I could wake up skills long dormant in me.

My lovely sister gave me an Amazon gift card for my birthday and I decided to use part of it on some new art supplies. Earlier tonight I started working on a sketch based on a photo of Adele on the cover of the newest issue of Rolling Stone. It’s far from finished, and far from perfect, but I thought I would give you a peek. I don’t have a scanner here right now, so I had to take a photo with my SLR:

To tell you the truth, I wasn’t even sure I could still do more than doodle (I never stopped doodling). It’s almost as if I was afraid to even try. But Mr. A wouldn’t let his fears keep him from tackling a challenge, would he? Mr. Armitage inspires and, both directly and indirectly, encourages us; we, in turn, inspire and encourage each other.  This is what happens in Armitage World–and it’s a good thing.  How has Richard Armitage inspired you?

Sunday Smorgasbord: the “real” thing


How would you like to come home and discover this guy stretched out on your sofa? And giving you that sort of look? *thud*

I just bet this young lady was feeling pretty starry-eyed, don’t you? One of my all-time fave candid pics of RA.

‘Cause baby you’re a fireworks!  😉 I just love his expression here.

Such a nice face, that boy. How can he say it’s mean-looking? Sure, he can look mean, but he’s not a mean-looking guy.

Of course, this guy can come and lounge on my front steps any time he wants to.  Especially if he keeps those sleeves rolled up to show off those yummy arm hairs.

Dr. Track, Catholicon: TAE Word for the Day


catholicon: (noun) universal remedy; panacea.

Dr. Alex Track, Richard’s character in The Golden Hour, is the caring, determined, dedicated physician who soars high in the sky in a heli as part of the emergency medical air service.  He’s just the doctor you’d want to come to your rescue, to be at your bedside, to give you a reassuring hug, to smile into your eyes as you awaken from a deep sleep.

Surely Dr. Track is an excellent catholicon, good for whatever may ail you. And when I am feeling low, I like to imagine Dr. Track bringing his medical kit to my side. Such thoughts are quite the panacea, let me tell you.  I should also mention he’s quite gorgeous and looks a treat in bright orange coveralls, no mean feat.

Of course, the same thing could be said of Mr. A himself–he is certainly capable of cheering up an awful lot of us and somehow making everything much better, isn’t he??

Ladywriter and the Unexpected Guests: Part 1


Mr. LW had departed for work and all was quiet chez Ladywriter.

She was still snug in bed after a restless night, fully expecting a calm, peaceful, perhaps even slightly dull day to mark her 52 years on earth.

But that’s not what happened.

She awoke to find herself looking up into a pair of kohl-lined eyes of azure blue.

Even in her short-sightedness, she could recognize those peepers anywhere. He was also leaning down over her, his particular musky, spicy, ultra-masculine scent filling her nostrils.

Not an altogether unpleasant way to wake up.

“Awww. So you are awake, my lady,” the dark knight rumbled.

“Sir—Guy, what are you doing here this early?” LW said drowsily, rubbing her eyes and reaching for her glasses.

He certainly looked as if he might be up to something, she thought. And a tad nervous, too?

Sir Guy tilted his head and flashed those dazzling white teeth—really, was it fair for someone from the bloody Middle Ages to have a toothpaste commercial smile?—and took her hand. “I wanted to be the first ChaRActer to wish you a happy birthday, dear LW.”

He paused, licking his lips as he expelled a breath.

“I—have a surprise for you. Lady Leigh helped me with it.”

What had Leigh come up with?

Ladywriter raked a hand through her hair, wishing for a brush. And some lippie. Oh, well, Sir Guy had seen her plenty of times before in a less than glamorous state.

He still loved her anyway, the big lug. And she, of course, adored him.

“Don’t keep me in suspense, my dearest Dark Knight.”

Sir Guy held up one elegant index finger. “Just one moment.”

Striding over to the computer hutch, he began to punch keys on the desktop.

Suddenly, music poured out of the external speakers.

Ladywriter’s eyes widened when she recognized the tune.  Was the Hot Velvet Henchman going to serenade her?

It seemed that he was. Sir Guy cleared that lovely, long column of white throat and opened his mouth–

Blam! Blam! Blam! It sounded as if someone was trying to batter down the front door.

Sir Guy, a rather ferocious frown crossing his face, cut off the music and stomped one large foot. “God’s tears! Who can that be?”

Ladywriter shrugged. “I certainly wasn’t expecting anyone.” She sighed. “Since not everyone can actually see you, I suppose I’d best answer the door.”

Blam! Blam! Blam!

“Good thing I wore shorts and a tee to bed, I suppose. Otherwise, our visitor would probably knock down the door before I could even get dressed.” Ladywriter grumbled as she padded into the living room.

“Hang on, hang on, I’m coming!”

She took a quick peek through the blinds of the front windows before opening the door and gasped.

“Happy birthday, Ladywriter!” A chorus of male voices greeted her.

Ladywriter clapped her hands in delight, then held open the storm door and waved her visitors inside. “What a surprise! I wasn’t expecting all of you–”

A jumper-clad fellow sporting a sunny smile leaned down to plant a hearty kiss on her cheek. “We couldn’t miss your birthday, dear LW. The missus sends her best.” He held up a round plastic container. “And I brought you a cake!” He waggled his brows. “Lots of layers and lots of chocolate.”

Ladywriter couldn’t resist pinching Harry Kennedy’s cheek. “Sounds delicious. As are you.  You’re a regular dose of sunshine, you know.”

Harry blushed in a most attractive way, his blue eyes twinkling merrily. “Well, there you go . . .”

“Oi, budge over, Harry, give us some room,” laughed another visitor, impressive biceps bulging beneath his olive tee-shirt as he placed the bag he was carrying on the floor. “I want to give LW a nice bear hug for her birthday.”

Soon Ladywriter was enveloped in John Porter’s strong arms. “Happy birthday, luv. My family sends you their love, too,” he murmured in her ear.

“It’s wonderful to see you, John. Just wonderful.”

Ladywriter sighed as she rested her head against that muscular chest. Wrapped in a John Porter embrace was a good place to be. And whilst he might no longer be on active duty, he was still most definitely fit.

“Give the rest of us a chance, will you, Portah?”

Ladywriter stepped back and looked up into a pair of heavenly blue eyes smiling down at her. “Lucas—you are looking so well, too. You all look just—great.

Lucas bent down and kissed her on the cheek, gently stroking her cheek with the pad of his thumb. “So do you.”

“Liar,” said LW with a wry shake of her head. “But I will take the compliment, nonetheless.”

She glanced over Lucas’s shoulder at the lanky figure in the jaunty beret and blue smock standing behind him. It was Lucas’s rather famous art instructor.

“And bonjour to you, Monsieur!”

Monet bowed and took her hand. “So delighted to be here on the occasion of your special day, Madame.” His address might be formal, but there was a teasing glint in those incandescent blue eyes.

Monet held up a basket. “I brought some fruit, crusty bread, cheese and le vin.

Ladywriter laughed. “How very French of you, mon ami.”

Mais oui, Madame.” Monet gave her one of his infectious smiles.

Lucas held up a large shopping bag. “And I’ve got the decorations.”

Ladywriter raised a quizzical brow. “Decorations?”

Harry grinned. “Of course. Ladywriter, this is your birthday bash!!”

“And we are taking care of everything,” Lucas added.

Porter grinned. “And I’ve got the champers and some sort of fancy—what do you call ‘em?—hors d’oeuvres that Layla prepared.”

“Eh-hmmmm.” Someone was clearing his throat. All eyes turned to see Sir Guy standing there, arms folded across his broad chest, eyes narrowed.

“Pray, why did no one apprise me of these plans? I was just preparing to present my lady with her special birthday gift.”

Porter grinned. “Well, if it isn’t the Medieval Menace himself.” He could not quite resist getting a dig in. “Maybe we thought you couldn’t keep a secret.”

The Dark Knight’s nostrils flared as he thrust out his stubbled chin. “That is simply NOT true–”

Harry raised a hand. “Now, now, Sir Guy, the sergeant is just teasing you, of course.  Actually, I believe you were, perhaps– indisposed—with one of your many lady friends whilst we were organizing our plans?”

Sir Guy’s bristling stance relaxed a bit as his mouth curled into a knowing smirk. “Ah, yes. That is a definite possibility.”

Porter snorted.  Guy glared. Ladywriter shot both a warning glance.  “Let’s all try to get along, boys, it is my birthday, after all.”

Harry nodded. “That’s right, lads, let’s all pull together and be extra kind to one another. Now, LW, you just sit back and relax and we shall take care of everything–”

Blam! Blam! Blam!

“Were—we expecting anyone else?” Ladywriter queried.

The ChaRActers all looked at one another, shrugging and shaking their heads.

This time, Harry peeked through the blinds.

“Well, what do you reckon . . .”

(to be continued)

Guyday Friday: Those Looks


Wry, thoughtful, sarcastic, smug, menacing, volatile . . . Guy never fails to give us those memorable “looks.” *sigh*











Guyday Friday: Guy & a Sleepy Ladywriter


“Ladywriter, you look really—sleepy.”

“Oh, Sir Guy, I had one of those nights.”

“All that excitement at the fair?”

She rubs her eyes and smothers a yawn. “And still catching up on rest after the birthday bash . . .”

Guy smirks. “That was quite–memorable.”

Ladywriter chuckles. “You’re telling me.” She shakes her head. “You and Thorin–”

The dark knight winces. “Uhmmm. Yes. That . . .”

She gives him a rather wicked grin. “You boys have been hiding your lights under a bushel, as it were.”

Sir Guy sniffs as he studies his handsome bootshod feet. “You–erm–really think so, my lady?”

(TO BE CONTINUED–because Ladywriter really is in need of a nap)

Girls just want to have fu-un . . . and Guyday Friday


Even when said “girl” just turned 52. I’m still just a kid at heart, of course. As most of y’all know, I went through a low period recently, and I have been actively working at cheering myself up.   Enjoying an afternoon at the hair salon today helped–I love having someone else wash and dry my hair. I could have fallen asleep in the chair if I’d let myself.

To have the white roots attended to, the bangs no longer trying to put my eye out, the eyebrows spruced up–it’s all good.  And Benny got his hair did, too! 😉

After a trip to Wal-Mart largely for toiletry items, we headed out to the county fair. I saw some folks I hadn’t seen in a while, got some hugs, and even discussed a possible collaboration after the first of the year on a children’s book about adoption. We strolled the midway, Benny using his mini-videocam to shoot some footage, took in the exhibits (the art competition is always my fave) and decided to forgo the Sizzler, our Ride of Choice, as my back still isn’t quite “normal” and that ride does slam a body around quite a bit.  Of course, we also had to check out the livestock shed, and meet the cattle, chickens, geese and a lone bunny rabbit on exhibit there.  Farmer’s daughter that I am,  I love cows. I miss having them nearby.

My favorite fair ride, the Sizzler aka the Scrambler. Courtesy of

Nothing like a hot, tasty funnel cake for dessert at the fair. Courtesy of

We listened to some local talents perform country tunes on their guitars while enjoying the piece de resistance of the evening: a piping hot funnel cake liberally sprinkled with powdered sugar. I do not want to know the fat content of said treat; suffice it to say I never eat more than a couple a year. After all, if you are going to attend a fair or festival, you’ve got to enjoy the food, right? It’s some unwritten law, I believe.

In spite of the fact we didn’t ride any rides or play any games, between paying the admission fee and buying supper, the funnel cake and drinks, we still blew $30.

However, $25 of that went to the event sponsors the Kiwanis, who support several worthwhile charities here in the city and county. So I won’t begrudge them that buck for a canned soft drink.

We came home, tired but in a pleasant sort of way, and I remembered that Leigh had requested I have some photos taken after getting spruced up. Well, I ended up taking them myself (the wonders of a digital SLR) and having fun playing with the images.  After several hours of heat and humidity, my hair (and the rest of me, for that matter) did not look quite as glamorous as when I walked out of the salon. Still, I thought the old girl didn’t look half-bad.  And we can’t all be jaw-droppingly gorgeous like a certain Brit actor I know.  😉

Now I know what my hair would look like if I ever decided to dye it the colors of the rainbow.

And did someone mention “Jaw-droppingly gorgeous?” Oh, yeah, it’s Guyday Friday . . . enjoy.  😉 More to come later, of course.

Thorin Thursday: In a Blue Mood


And to top things off, this new poster at Peter Jackson’s FB page. Not blue-themed, but hey, never look a gift poster full of dwarfy goodness in the mouth, right??  Off shortly to hair appt. and then a night at the fair with my main squeeze.  See ya!

In a whimsical mood . . .


As I mentioned in an earlier comment on my birthday post, I am still recovering from my yesterday’s celebration and It will take me a little while to regroup and bring you the latest installment of Ladywriter’s adventures with the lads. Tomorrow I have my long-awaited hair/waxing appointment *yayyyyy* and it looks as if Benny and I may go to the county fair tomorrow night. The fairs aren’t what they used to be these days, but then–neither am I. 😉

We will also have some more of Mr. Oakenshield for Thorin Thursday.

In the meantime, let’s have a little fun with Mr. A . . .

Ameliorating via Armitage: TAE Word for the Day


Ameliorate: (verb) to make or to grow better; to improve . To step in and make an unsatisfactory situation better.

Synonyms include amend, enhance, help.

ETYMOLOGY: From the Latin melior, “better.” Earliest known use: 1767

Richard Armitage is a man who believes in a life philosophy of nourishment and nurturing, of building up rather than tearing down, of treating others the way you yourself would want to be treated. He is a man who strives to see just how far he can go on “somewhat limited talent” (his words, NOT mine). He seeks to improve himself and encourages us to do the same by word and deed; he leads by example.

In my opinion, he enhances any production in which he appears. He often ameliorates the role, adding dimensions  and shadings to the character that might very well not be there if played by someone else.  Think of Sir Guy, no cardboard cutout “evil henchman” or John Porter, far more than just a bloke with big guns and big muscles.

I think most of us would also agree that Mr. Armitage has ameliorated our own lives. It’s not only through entertaining and moving us through his fine performances. It’s also the way he serves as a muse for our own creative endeavors, both fandom and non-fandom related, and a catalyst for positive action and change in our own lives.

Ameliorating through Armitage: it’s a good thing.

The Alpha Males wish Fedoralady a Happy Birthday


Ah, those dwarfs! What a fun bunch of guys they are. Wearing silly hats for my birthday, and bringing lots of dwarfy cheer along with cake and gifts.  And strong drink, of course.  Because dwarfs do like to party hard-d-d-d-d-d . . .

However, Guy is not to be outdone, it seems. Oh, what one-upmanship there is between my beloved ChaRActers!! Expecially those alpha males .

So NOW I am wondering just what the lads have in mind . . . hmmmmmmm.