Monthly Archives: February 2015

Post: Ever so slowly

“I opened my eyes slightly, looking up at the plague doctor’s face. I saw his eyes through his mask, wide open, with crinkles at the corners like he was smiling. I almost didn’t believe it when he winked his right eye.
He was alive, the weirdo…”

At a snail’s pace I’m getting through this course, but it’s all gonna be worth it. Finally getting one story out there. A real, original novel.
The whole thing is exciting and frightening at the same time.

I’ve actually decided who I’m going to delicate The Timeless to as well. Which is good.

Gosh, all my posts  probably sound scatterbrained, but blog posts have always been a challenge. It may not help that I’m dead tired too…
Oh well.


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Behind the Mask: The Plague Doctor


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It is an image that many recognise but most know nothing about. The plague mask—with its elongated beak and dark, soulless eyes—has been replicated in costume shops around the world [see left]. Indeed, so prevalent are these masks at parties and balls, one might be tempted to think it is a design entirely imagined by Italian mask-makers for the Venetian Carnival. But where did this mask originate and what purpose did it serve during plague outbreaks?

Although the plague ravaged Europe in the 14th century, killing nearly two-thirds of its population, the earliest textual description of the mask dates from the 17th century. Charles de Lorme, chief physician to Louis XIII and likely inventor behind the design, wrote:

The nose [is] half a foot long, shaped like a beak, filled with perfume with only two holes, one on each side near the nostrils, but that can suffice to…

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Post: So close

“I was waking up, feeling myself jerking ever so slightly, as he carried me through the now dark forest. My right ankle throbbed, and so did my leg and side, as the plague doctor’s fingers dug into them.
I looked into the dark porthole eye hole in his mask, and I saw the serious, amber eyes that rested beneath. But for some reason, I wasn’t scared. I may have been in shock from the whole ordeal, real or not. Right now, even with the pain in my ankle, I felt so safe.”

Sigh, I’m being very slow with my writing program, but this scene it asked me to write… I’m very excited about.

Plague Doctor monsters are my favorite.
Mask characters in general actually.

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