brainstorming questions:

[thanate]

1) (direct) mid-size (10-12 ish?) red haired girl, lives on a giant sci-fi tourbus that goes through faerie. Likes machines. What's her name?

2) (tangential) What happens to your personal mythologies (the monster under the bed, your imaginary friend, the fantasy land you were going to end up in when you stepped through the mirror or whatnot...) when you grow up? [[do they change & stick with you, disappear when forgotten, carry on without you in some other direction?]]

All answers welcome. (personal/hypothetical/references to works of fiction/etc)

Comments

[thanate.livejournal.com]

I hadn't thought of American Gods yet (which is odd, as I was contemplating the "for the children" bit recently)-- I was more thinking about Neverwhere. And an odd little story from a Fantasy & Sci-Fi magazine about people who failed to pass on the childhood talismans that got them into magical realms and consequently messed up their lives and those of their children.

Your personal myths were mainly negative?

Currently, I think my early mythologies have mostly gone to rest in my back-brain or been swallowed up by the Wood (more about which later, perhaps)... I suspect not all of them are too happy with this.

[zagzagael.livejournal.com]

My personal Mythic fears were negative....in a way, and postive, too - they made me more Alive.

My personal Mythos is very much the same in design, but different in content - ie., more about the Male of the species now and less about Adventuring as the non-sexual creature of my childhood. There were a lot of Horses in my childhood Mythos. Now there are Horsemen. Subtle but still....

[thanate.livejournal.com]

I like the distinction.

Have you ever read Dick Francis' Wild Horses? One of the tiny tangential bits is that the narrator is trying to film a movie, and wants a dream scene with wild Norwegian ponies riding across the beach at sunrise, which he keeps splicing into the finished movie until at the end there's (a stunt double for) one of the main characters in the movie riding one of them. ...Which is vaguely related to the picture that happened in my head reading your paragraph above, of a stampede of horses which then turned into an equally wild group of riders with one bending down to sweep the viewer off her feet. Kind of impressive, really.