How Are You Feeling, Mr. Key?

For a school assignment a little while back, I did an emotional analysis on the origin of “The Defense of Fort McHenry,” later put to music as “The Star-Spangled Banner.” This is one of those topics in American history I remember sort of hearing about, but up until I did this short essay, I didn’t have many of the details, and so since I presume that’s the standard experience, I thought it would be neat to share my analysis.

It’s unsurprising that Francis Scott Key had such a passionate emotional response to the sight of the American flag still flying after the Battle of Baltimore, for many reasons. First is the simple fact that Mr. Key was a patriot. He may have been opposed to the war, but more than that, he was outraged by the British’s actions, including the injustice that had brought him to Baltimore in the first place: the arrest of a physician, William Beanes, for having the courage to stand up to British soldiers who had been plundering his home. Mr. Key, a lawyer, was there to negotiate for Mr. Beanes’s release. By the time he had succeeded in his venture, however, he had learned of the imminent attack on Fort McHenry and was therefore withheld from returning to shore until after the battle’s conclusion. This means that not only was Key witness to the bombardment, he knew that it was coming and was helpless to stop it.

This helplessness would have been bad enough as it persisted through the daylight hours of the attack, Key watching from afar as “it seemed as though mother earth had opened and was vomiting shot and shell in a sheet of fire and brimstone,” but even worse as the battle carried into the night, and he had only red in the sky and the sound of “bombs bursting in air” as evidence that the fighting carried on, with no way to see the damage or which side the tides of war were favoring. It seemed inevitable to him that given the scale of the attack, the British would overtake the fort, and yet Key had not even the comfort of knowing whether that was so. I can only imagine the overwhelming relief he must have felt when dawn broke, and rather than the British Union Jack that Key feared he would see, the American flag still flew over Fort McHenry. It was, in his words, “a most merciful deliverance,” and from that raw emotion of relief and pride, “The Defense of Fort McHenry” was written.

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Accidental Horror

The nurse offered me a hand… but it wasn’t his, and it definitely wasn’t attached to anything.

As a writer, I’m comfortably familiar with spontaneous writing prompts, or, in other words, “this random (and often absurd) sentence just popped into my head.” For the most part, though, these are comedic dialogue snippets, intriguing first lines, philosophical speculations…. you get the idea. My point being that there are certain literary genres my prompts don’t usually include, like horror. I don’t standardly write horror. Nor do I standardly read horror. And yet, during the general mind-wanderings of lunch, I seem to have accidentally produced some.

(Yes, I realize I just did an entire post about one sentence of nano fiction. No, I’m not sorry. Enjoy! Or, uh, speculate?)

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That’s… not a bird.

Alright, for context, we have a bird feeder in the backyard that gets plenty of visitors, from birds to squirrels to raccoons to the resident woodchuck. Up until recently, though, we hadn’t really had a visitor knock over the bird feeder, let alone multiple times. We were understandably curious as to which critter was responsible… until one night, I wandered up to the window, and spooked a couple of deer.

They came back later, so I got a couple of pictures (nighttime quality, but pictures nonetheless).

Deer standing next to bird feeder, head up and looking towards the camera.
Two deer, one with its head down to eat from near the bird feeder and one upright, facing away from the camera.

As a bonus, here’s a picture from when Mom spotted them a couple mornings later! (Better lighting, blurrier movement.)

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Box Fort!

Capricon has rolled around again, and as some of you may recall, last year I mentioned (here) that my cousin and her friends run a party called the Box Fort. Standardly, we’d arrange one of the party rooms at the con with pillars and arches and partial walls of boxes, complete with thematically appropriate cardboard cut-out decorations and markers so people could draw on the fort. This year, of course, Capricon had to go virtual, so the box forts are a DIY project. And in our house, where there are boxes, there are cats.

A mostly symmetrical box structure with Arwen sitting on one of the uppermost back left boxes.
A mostly symmetrical box structure with Zuko traversing one of the bridges across it.

Unfortunately none of the real cats are in the next photo, but I wanted to share it anyways. Since most of the boxes were in the living room in the fort shown above, and Mom and I were attending the parties’ Zoom rooms separately… I made my fort out of plush instead.

Cilantro the alligator has his head on top of a tiger who's propped on a Cthulhu, Cilantro's feet and tail tucked into the bed railing to form a bridge. A blanket is draped across him and secured between a sea lion and a stack of books, forming a canopy, and the bed rail is lined with other plush.
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