Gin City

So Wednesday night I had my first taste of that old mother’s ruin, gin. I have to say I’ve avoided it in the past because of the myth that it makes you depressed. And while I do need help with lots of things, I’m quite an expert in being depressed thank you very much.

Watered down with bitter lemon (oh, the irony) it didn’t actually taste too bad. I washed it down with two pints of Peroni and some Thai food.

I have to admit, I started out the morning after being far too depressed. About everything. Work, finding somewhere to live, my love life, or lack of it. I did have a good cry into my pillow.

But I got myself out of bed, and into the shower. Did my make-up (at home – aren’t you impressed?) and ran a brush through my hair. My reward? The beautiful sunshine that covered my commute that morning.

Some of my Facebook friends did tell me off for paying too much attention to the two-tone birds. And with the gin, maybe I am letting myth and legend rule my life too much. But it can be hard to accept that life is just a bitch sometimes, so to find something to blame it on, such as magpies or gin, makes life a lot easier.

Thursday night I met my best friend, Fen, who I helped move to London two weeks ago. It was so amazing to just meet up after work, have food (Chinese of course, since Fen is Chinese and I am half-Chinese by association) and have a girly chat. I have missed that. While we are very similar, we are also quite different. Fen doesn’t get overruled by emotion the way I do. Which means that when I’m losing my head she can be my voice of reason.

I woke up yesterday morning feeling a lot calmer than I have in days, and it is because I know, slowly but surely, that my life is changing. More specifically, changing for the better.

I probably always will listen to old wives’ tales and be superstitious (Although I never walk under ladders, more for the fact I don’t want to risk getting a pot of paint on my head). I will always believe in fairy tales. But fairy tales can be rewritten, and I proved that myself in the writing of The Princess and the Epiphany. Myths and legends have been around since the earth began, and it is these tales that have inspired centuries of human beings to become heroes. But the hero’s path is not an easy one, as I’ll explain in my next blog.


When Men and Women Really Shouldn’t Be Friends

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess, although she really didn’t know how beautiful she was. She spent hours up in the tower dreaming of the day she would meet her perfect prince.

One day, the princess got fed up of waiting for her prince to come and rescue her from the tower. She had heard of a witch who could arrange unions between princes and princesses so one day she took a carriage to the witch’s house, far off in the deep, dark woods.

It was a cold, dim, dark-looking place with big black bats flapping around. Surrounding the house was a moat filled with plenty o’ big toothed fishes.

The princess crossed the moat bridge and knocked on the big wooden door. A crackly voice shrieked, “Enter!”

Inside was the most scary witch the princess had ever seen.

“So you want to meet a prince, do you?” the witch asked in her crackly voice.

The princess replied yes.

“Drink this potion, and soon you will meet your prince.” She handed the princess a purple bottle containing a dark liquid, which bubbled inside.

The princess was so desperate to meet her prince that she took the bottle without a second thought and gulped down the black liquid.

The witch began to cackle. The princess, who was suddenly feeling very scared, hitched up her dress and fled from the witch’s house.

Soon after her visit to the witch’s house, she saw a gallant knight at a jousting tournament. He was handsome and brave, and as the princess watched him battling the other knights she knew he could be her perfect prince. After the tournament, the princess searched everywhere for her knight but he was nowhere to be found. She asked one of the other knights where he lived and sent him a scroll by carrier pigeon, asking if he would like to meet her at the next jousting tournament. To her delight, the knight agreed.

Their first meeting was wonderful. Although the princess was surrounded by many chiselled knights at the tournament, she only had eyes for the knight. And he only had eyes for her.

The knight and princess had a few more dates. But the knight could see that the princess wanted far more than he could ever give her, so he did the valiant thing and told the princess he could not be the prince that she wanted him to be. The princess was devastated. They had a long conversation and agreed that they would stay friends. But their friendship was limited mainly to playing Ye Olde Wordes With Ye Friends.

A few months later, the princess moved to the big city to start a new life. She had hopes of finding a career, and hopefully a prince. The princess found it hard in the city, at times feeling even more isolated than she did when she lived in the tower.

One day the princess received a message by carrier pigeon. It was from the knight, telling her that he too was moving to the city. The princess was overjoyed, and had high hopes that their romance could be rekindled.

When the knight arrived, they started to spend time together. There was an obvious spark between the two. After a while, the princess invited the knight to share her four-poster bed, which he did.

While they had a lot of fun in the four-poster, there was never any romance away from the confines of the castle. This disappointed the princess, because as much as the princess cared for the knight, she knew that although he was fond of her, he did not share the same feelings. She thought back to her visit to the witch’s house, remembering the potion she drank. She knew there was only one way to break the witch’s spell.

The princess had to admit her feelings to the knight. They agreed that he would no longer share the four-poster with her. But they still kept a close friendship. The princess was again very upset, but thought that at least now she would be free of the witch’s spell.

Over the next few months, the princess met new princes, who usually turned into frogs when she kissed them. The princess would always end up being disappointed, and her friend the knight offered her a shoulder to cry on.

The knight and princess spent a lot of time together, attending jousting tournaments and medieval feasts. The princess continued to have feelings for the knight, but kept them quiet, for she knew the consequences should she ever reveal them to the knight.

One day, the knight met another princess. Although he tried to keep it from the princess, for he knew she did not like to hear such tales, eventually he had to tell her. The princess could tell how much the knight liked the other princess, and was very jealous. But she knew in her heart that he would never want her in the way he wanted the other princess.

So the princess confessed her true feelings. The knight was confused, because he could not understand how the princess could still hold a torch for him after all this time. She told him about the witch’s potion and he asked if there was an antidote. The princess told him there was none.

The knight and the princess talked late into the night. The knight asked the princess if she wanted to end their friendship. While the princess knew this was probably the only way to get over the witch’s spell, she could not bear to be parted from the knight. Because he too valued his friendship with the princess, and worried for her being alone in the city, he also could not be the one to walk away.

This sad tale ends here. Far away in the deep, dark forest, the witch cackles.