Jane Jago's Blog, page 39

Ian Bristow Inspires – Reynard

Writing inspired by the art of Ian Bristow

Reynard sat in the sun. It lit his fur and warmed him to his bones. He had almost everything a fox could need. Except a mate. He half closed his eyes and saw her against his eyelids as svelte, and smooth, and subtle as a snake.
When he heard the voice, he thought himself dreaming at first, but the  he realised it was a real happening and he looked to where the sound came from.
She sat about two feet from him basking in the same sunbeam that warmed him....

Granny’s A-Z – E is for Effing Fireworks!

Things that make us go poop…

Granny and the ‘ladies’ darts team of The Dog and Trumpet alphabetically collate their collective contempt for the inhabitants of the twenty-first century.

So this is a bonus one it being that time of year…

E is for: Effing Fireworks!

What is the effing point of effing fireworks?
At any time.
They might look pretty for all of about ten seconds, but they leave disgusting litter all over the place when they come down that is positively toxic and someone alway...

Jacintha Farquhar Advises on Writing about Lovemaking

Jacintha Farquhar, maternal parent of Moonbeam Farquhar Metheringham IV offers important life lessons to those who like to think they’ve got what it takes to write a damn book…

Jacintha Farquhar here again. Slightly the worse for life but still able to muster a thought or two. 

Rather bewildered by two sad females thinking their readership might benefit from my rather robust advice – particularly considering the sad steaming ordure my only offspring thinks of as his magnum opus. (There are...

No, November, No

Cold rain falls and hard winds blow
No, no, November, no, no.
Heavy clouds that threaten snow
No, no, November, no, no.

Plants and trees no longer grow
No, no, November, no, no.
All the fields lie fallow
No, no, November, no, no.

Cold sets faces all aglow
No, no, November, no, no.
Chills each finger and each toe
No, no, November, no, no.

Autumn soon we will see go
No, no, November, no, no.
Winter waits her face to show
No, no, November, no, no.

Cold rain falls, there’s talk of snow
No, no, Novemb...

Dying to be Roman XVII

Dying to be Roman  by Jane Jago and E.M. Swift-Hook is a whodunit set in an alternative modern day Britain where the Roman Empire still rules.

A tall praetorian came into the room and stood kicking his feet like a schoolboy. Decimus sat abruptly upright.
“All right man, what don’t you want to say?”
The hard-bitten guard looked into his commander’s eyes.
“We obtained entry to the Rufus apartment and there we discovered two females. Identified as Lydia Augusta Severius and Octavia Tullia Scaevia. B...

Granny’s A-Z – D is for Dogs as Fashion Accessories

Things that make us go poop…

Granny and the ‘ladies’ darts team of The Dog and Trumpet alphabetically collate their collective contempt for the inhabitants of the twenty-first century.

D is for: Dogs as Fashion Accessories

The incandescent rage this provokes can only be contained with copious amounts of Guinness and Tia Maria, loud swearing, and much kicking of rubbish bins. But confront it we must.
Each of us has a dog who is dear to our heart. They are: one Jack Russell terrier notable...

100 Acre Wood at Halloween – Piglet and the Bacon Ghost

It was Halloween, and the toys had built a bonfire next to Eeyore’s tent. They had ginger beer and marshmallows to share, and they took it in turns to tell spooky stories and scare each other spitless.
They were having so much fun that the only person who went home to bed was Kanga, because she thought that if baby Roo ate any more he was going to be sick in her marsupium.
It was past eight o’clock before everyone conked out, and Piglet was lulled into sleep by the comforting sounds of Eeyore’s sn...

Ian Bristow Inspires – Here

Writing inspired by the art of Ian Bristow

Here I set my heart within your hands
Here I swore my soul unto your lands
Here I took my first breath as a fae
Here I lived until your dying day
Here I bore the child you’ll never see
Here I lit the flame to set you free
Here I kneel and weep my final tear
Here I lay a rose for you…
Here…

E.M. Swift-Hook

Ian is an awesome artist and cover designer, you can find his work at Bristow Design or watch him in action creating this piece on ART with IAN

Drabblings – New World

Telling an entire story in just one hundred words…

“But this is beautiful!” Love’s goddess was enchanted by the blue and green planet, abundant with life.

The God of Evil smirked. “I know.”

“I don’t see anything evil,” she said, admiring the humans, something he’d invented for this new world. They could love, feel and create, almost like gods themselves.

“No?”

A shriek came of agony and fear. The goddess, horrified, watched one beautiful animal killing another.

“No!”

“Yes!” ...

Jacintha Farquhar Advises on Writing’s Reality Check

Jacintha Farquhar, maternal parent of Moonbeam Farquhar Metheringham IV offers important life lessons to those who like to think they’ve got what it takes to write a damn book…

Yes, it’s me Jacintha Farquhar. 

In case you are wondering, Moons (my benighted son) is now lost on a Greek expedition, so the two mad women who run this thing asked if I would consider filling in and offering advice for those aspiring writers daft enough to read it.

It’s worth noting that Moon’s latest attempt a...