( I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by - Douglas Adams )

For anyone who cares I actually feel like writing again. Which I haven't in a while. I have something clichéd about how much we take day-to-day fortunes in life for granted, except the challenge is not to make it clichéd, of course. Until I grasp it, I've been amusing myself by making up backstories for those of you who are not so forthcoming about ( Read more... )

MADEMOISELLES! We finished our song about you! Wave your wand over it if you wish to hear.

I do like music. It disguises a multitude of writing sins.

Morag ( Read more... )

I need you BADLY.

I have two lovely ladies who are currently awaiting sonnets from yours truly and I thought why not branch out? Therefore I have decided to write a song for them.

The only catch is that I cannot play a lick - which is where you come in! How about you assist me in the song's composition and put music to my words? I'll even give ( Read more... )

Lavender Brown and Morag MacDougal, I have your names on my hand! If I can't think of anything to write for you, I will bake and send you each a cake in a few days. Personally I hope that the former will be the scenario. Cakes can be demolished in a matter of moments, but a poem would immortalise you foreverOur new proprietess is rather fetching. I ( Read more... )

"I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure." Clarence Darrow

"I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it." Groucho Marx

"I feel so miserable without you; it's almost like having you here." Stephen Bishop

"He is a self-made man and worships his creator." John Bright"He is not only dull ( Read more... )

Do not come down to the basement. Unless you can Transfigure a raft. Or know how to swim very well.

So good to see that you weren't stabbed, Mademoiselle Madley! Anyhow, this is a little piece I wrote as an attempt to explain the presence of our hirsute friend at the entrance. At least fictionally!

( It is amazing how the difference between past and present, from the past simple to the conditional, can change someone's world )

This is for the delightful Mademoiselle Fawcett. Who claimed I did not do her justice in my earlier story. So...

I have met a woman. No. The woman. Next to her she forces all others into pale imitations. Diluted. Washed out. Sunbleached and envious moons ( Read more... )

Laura had ( Read more... )