S.M. Carrière's Blog, page 217

Back to Normal

Well, as normal as my life gets, anyway.The computer seems to be back up to speed, so I will be writing today. There is a lot I have to catch up on. If I want to stay on target, I'm going to have to write 6 000 words. It's never going to happen, but I'll give it a shot.I'm still trying to arrange a time for my equestrian archery lessons this summer. I hope I can resolve it soon, they're to

I Shake My Fist, or,This Computer Really P!$$*$ Me Off!

Pardon for the strong language. Just so you can get an idea of how frustrated with my computer I am, as I started typing this post, it was precisely 11:30am. A full two hours after my post was supposed to have been published. It took a full two and half hours just for the computer to load my browser and then blogger.com. I HATE this computer.Just to give you another idea of the absolutely

Cadge

A whining beggar is a cadger. "On the cadge" is applied to the regular "rounders" who wander from town to town telling in each place a pitiful story of distress. In Scotland a cadger is an itinerant peddler of fish. - James Maitland's American Slang Dictionary, 1891

It's All Fun and Games...

'Till somebody loses their pride.I really dislike this publishing game. The trying, the hoping, the waiting, the hoping, the rejection, the trying, the hoping, the waiting, the hoping, the rejection...ARGH!And now I'm done complaining.Writing-wise, I'm keeping pace. I'm up to 91 000 odd words, which is right where I should be. Three more days of writing and I shall have reached my target (so I

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I feel as if I've missed out on something. My childhood, I now realise, has been terribly incomplete. Why? Well, because I never really got into the Asterix books/comics (hence the asterisks as the title. It was a play on, uh, words/symbols. Clever? Uh... not so much, upon reflection).My flatmate has sought to remedy that. She borrowed a few of the Asterix books from her parents for me to

Characters Have Minds of Their Own, an Example

Since I shared this on my Facebook page, I suppose I ought to share it here as well. I made my 3 000 words yesterday, and it was easy to do as the story had started to move into an exciting part. I finished with these words:"Gaveng," he said. "If you leave now, you will never be permitted to return."Gaveng turned back to face his father. His voice was soft when he spoke. "So be it."It is Gaveng

The Best Bus Driver

On my way home from viewing Sucker Punch with my Dad on Sunday, we had the best bus driver I've ever had. He was polite, for a start.[Insert rant about OC Transpo's surly, impolite, mean drivers here]Sometimes I think that the bus drivers forget that they're in the service industry. Anyway, this particular bus driver was cheerful and polite. He greeted me with a smile and a, "How are you?"To

Sucker Punched!

Good morning!This weekend was wonderful. I saw two films, got a new bed, and finally started training (sort-of) again. I'm glossing over here because I really want to talk about one of the films I watched.Sucker Punch, co-written and directed by Zach Snyder, is the story of a young girl who lost everything at the hands of her evil step-father and is incarcerated in Lennox House, an asylum for

Cheveril

Kid leather. Hence, a very flexible conscience was called a cheveril conscience. [From French cheveril, goat].- James Halliwell's Dictionary of Archaic and Provincial Words, 1855

Home at Last!

My flatmate's home! It makes me very happy to have her back. I've missed her a great deal. The cats were less than impressed, however. Persephone, normally an incredibly affectionate feline, did everything she could to avoid J. M.-B.I did mean to make this blog post a rant about something, but I can't remember what I wanted to rant about. It mustn't be import.Writing went fairly well