^{Mood: Anxious
Listening to: Gunnar Idenstam - Toccata III
Playing: currently practising on a wedding march ^^
Eating: Candy. Lots.}



A couple of days ago, =eelrem asked me what got me into giving life to inanimate objects. I started writing a reply, it got longer and longer, and eventually I decided to write about it in my next journal instead.

So - why am I so obsessed with things that talk? I can't tell really . Perhaps it is how something that actually exists - a bus, a pipe organ, a folding machine -, is merged with something completely unreal - that they have hearts and feelings. But there are strange limits to this. Remember all the living household objects from Disney's Beauty and the Beast? They are not the slightest interesting to me, no, not even Forte the Pipe Organ from the lousy BatB sequel... because they are really humans in disguise. It's as if it doesn't count if it's false anthro objects like this.

In this aspect, movies like The Brave Little Toaster (ok I only saw it because of its title, don't imagine anything else) are much more fun in my eyes, regardless of how unimaginative the visuals are and how dull the story is (it IS for five-year olds after all).

I have always liked putting eyes on interesting things . I can't remember a time when I did not dream up stories and fantastic beings - and anthro objects. As I grew older, I saw living things as a rather childish thing to imagine and draw, and I tried to concentrate on learning to do "real art", with normal fantasy stuff like dragons, elves, centaurs and the like. Not until about three years ago I decided to give in to the childish dreams I had, and I began to write a story about a girl who meets this kind-hearted but worryingly naive... guess... pipe organ. ^^ His name was Colin. Colin's world grew and the story explored the strange things that were going on in the city of Breidablick, a place where different objects - mostly big machines - for some reason were alive. Thirteen chapters were written (and handed in as optional English essays lol) before I finished upper secondary school and I really saw no point in continue to work on them; mostly because they were all in a foreign language and rather simplisticly written

They are, however, the sketches for my real novel - Evastårar, or "Evestears" in English.

So... did you get the answer you wanted, =eelrem?