Bliss

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Just thought I would put up a few pictures of my recent adventures and life changes.

Love,

E.K. Ludwig

Carloman and Charlemagne

On this day in 771 AD King Carloman died and left his brother, Charlemagne in full control of the generously sized Frankish kingdom.

I have no idea why I've just informed you of that after many weeks of silence-but it does bring back memories of my lectures at King's College and how passionate Professor Jinty Nelson was about all things Carolingian.

On another note the re-write for, 'Ridley Sinclair and the Fae' is still very much so in full swing and leading me to write whole histories, backgrounds and even myths for some of the characters in the tale. Today I've had to discipline myself to finish the latest chapter I'm on and not make notes. But it's most enjoyable so there aren't any complaints :)

And on a completely separate note-do not watch, 'The Golden Compass'. What a royal waste of time. Too much going on it too short an amount of time, a thoroughly unbelievable and confusing world-ugh didn't like it one bit. It really isn't any wonder that we haven't seen it's sequel just as yet.

Human Zoos

A friend of mine made mention to Channel 4's documentary series: 'Race: Science's last taboo' on their Facebook profile status. And so naturally I went along to see what the big hullabaloo was (and you can too here: http://www.channel4.com/programmes/the-human-zoo-sciences-dirty-secret)

I haven't had a chance to watch any of it yet (still working out the whole streaming UK programmes from the US) but the thought and fact that both British and American anthropologists deemed it high science to 'collect' indigenous people from their homes and place them in zoos-made my stomach turn and my scrambled eggs return to the surface.

Ota Benga, a Batwa Pygmy, from the then Belgian Congo was taken to St Louis zoo in 1904 and then the Bronx zoo where he was gaped at by paying customers who left, probably thinking A.C. Haddon's conclusion in his 1898 book, 'Study of Man' that the white race had completely superseded the black race, was in fact true.

This is not my attempt to scream for maddened retribution, this is history and what was real and I am glad that Channel 4 have taken this acidic subject by the helm. If anything there needs to be more of this. Schools in the US and all over the UK should show this. If we are ever to break the myth that some people groups are not part of the same Human race then we need to tackle it head on. It is uncomfortable, it does make one cry and want to throttle bigots but the less we speak about certain issues the more power they get.

And I hope we can agree; racism really doesn't need anymore empowering.

Any Book readers?

Fancy reading some of my work, 'Ridley Sinclair and the Book of Riddles'?

If so let me know on erina.khanakwa@gmail.com

Ta :)

Author cuts

Wherever will it end?

http://www.thebookseller.com/news/97942-authors-now-publishings-whipping-boys-says-soa.html

Fie-Fi-Fo-Fiction

As writing (the journalistic sort) has now become my bread and butter I think I've realized something anew. I think I have this revelation every six months or so. I'm a fiction writer first and then a journalist after. My very insides delight in the web of plots, the timbre of character's voices and the depth the color of words can take you to.

Today three good friends have asked me what's happening with the book? Is there no relief from that question? Apparently until you've done all you set out to do, no.

So now to stop writing about writing and just doing it.

Getting the sack, a flea infested apartment and moving North.

I realize it's been a horribly long time since I've written, please do forgive.

After happily jaunting around Thailand (Chiang Mai heavenly, Bangkok swampy in the monsoon season and Phuket the faithfully expected Island bliss) I came home to the most tumultuous week ever. It was so knotty and fast paced, I couldn't have written or made it up if I'd wished.

The long and short is I am no longer working for Experience Worship, partly in thanks to my troublesome visa situation (if thinking of relocating to the US be prepared to have your brains, nerves and optimism frazzled by the administrative process for everything), I was kindly given the flick. In the meantime the apartment I was flat-sitting decided to explode with more fleas than there are dust mites in the London Underground and I was so badly bitten I still bear the scars all over my feet (really should get on to using some Vitamin E oil, I'm a bridesmaid in two weeks and pox-ridden feet will not do).

And so what is a girl to do when her small world is falling apart? Sit calmly and think. And in that thinking time my absolutely sweet, kind, handsome and simply wonderful boyfriend suggests we bring next years plans forward about 8 months. And so I will be moving to Indianapolis tomorrow (he's coming today to help me with the loaded drive tomorrow-a total gem), where I will be living in a wonderful community house with a friend called Julie (backpacked with her in Thailand with my beau and other friends).

This week has been such a cocktail of emotions and practicalities. I detest packing with such venom that I had to get started on it as soon as the sun rose on Monday morning. And now I am as good as done. I just need to drop some things off to the hungry and zip up my suitcase later on. Ah, that and trying to buy a car-roof rack for my luggage. Hmm I'll see how my visit to Auto zone goes and let you know.

I haven't said many byes either. I haven't thrown a party or wanted one thrown for me. I haven't called people up and told them individually what my plans are. Not completely sure why. I'm not being secretive (blogspot proves so), I just don't think I can be asked for all the fanfare. And plus I'll be back in two weeks to be a bridesmaid. Perhaps as we drink blood orange sodas at the reception and dance under the fairy lights that hang up on the church beams I'll understand then that another chapter has closed and my time in Nashville has too.