I gave up on the Oksa Pollock. Someone had force-fed the authors a gerund farm. It was annoyingly repetitive. Imagine Dan Brown, paid by the word, writing Harry Potter ( Read more... )

I have been reading YA fiction. Every now and then I like to have a look at what is being written for teenagers; just in case I can work out how to do it ( Read more... )

Have made a planter out of an old garden table - it is bigger than it looks as there's 600 litres of compost and soil - stuck it in the front and planted vegetables ( Read more... )

Not writing, as a displacement activity, has a number of drawbacks. The most obvious of which is this ( Read more... )

Apparently there is going to be some exhibition at the BL about the goth subculture in October? Does anyone know anything about it.

(My haircut is going to feature)

These three day weeks are confusing. I can't see the end and I have already forgotten how it started ( Read more... )

I can't find my kitbag. Or specifically I can't find the black one; it is more suited to a quick jaunt up north than the big green one with X-Mal Deutschland on the side. That one currently has my armour in it and resides in the office in the garden waiting for the day I can afford a sword so I can go back and train with the vikings ( Read more... )

Sometimes you write something and then realise it doesn't belong where you put it. It doesn't belong anywhere ( Read more... )

Here we are starting a virtual Friday. I slept last night - 82% according to the sleep app, which trumps the 56% of the night before - and I feel good for it. Slight hangover, slight cough, slightly arthritic right hand; but showing signs of improvement ( Read more... )

I am struggling to type this morning. I'm having a bit of an arthritis episode - the first for over a year - and my right hand is really very painful. It hurts where I broke it that time in Whitby; somewhere deep inside one of the carpals. It feels cold; my fingers are frozen to the touch ( Read more... )