Another day, another @#*! earthquake. I was cooking dinner at the time, and let out a shriek, which is not usual for me. I hate hate hate hate hate @#*! earthquakes. But it did have one useful effect – reminded me of an article I’d seen on the Stuff website. It was written by Islay …
Circular thing. Wotsit.
The item to which I am referring is that best-of-all-possible gifts, especially for a struggling writer (is there any other kind?) – the Round Tewit. (Repeat it slowly, syllable by syllable, until you get it. Return when you’ve finished groaning.) And it would seem that I have found one. I have finally cleared my desk. …
Conjugating the verb “to munt”
I’ve finished my experiments with the various conjugations of the verb “to munt”. If you ever watch the Discovery Channel program MythBusters, you’ll know where I’m coming from when I say that this has been one of those “and I do this for a living?!” helpless-giggling experiences. (Tragically, I’ve just spent twenty minutes trying to …
Radio? Gaga.
And possibly goo-goo as well. Depending on how carried away I get. Yes, this Sunday I’m being interviewed by the lovely Lynn Freeman for The Arts on Sunday. It’s going out live at 2.30 pm, which adds a certain amount of peril to the event.I’m sharing the danger with Ruth Todd, talking briefly about the Putting …
Playing by Ear
I have, at last, finished my Belle Dame poem. Well, for a given value of ‘finished’. It’s made it to printout-draft stage, been primped and prodded, and has been through the scrutiny of my beta-readers. The interesting thing is that none of them agree on the bits that they query, and none of the queries …
A Dark Feathered Art 