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February 10, 2022
#ThrowbackThursday: Olympic Hockey
Seeing as it’s the Winter Olympics again, I thought it might be time for this repeat blog post from February 2014, written during the Sochi Olympics:
Steve ready to cheer Canada in the OlympicsI don’t give a rip about hockey. Oops, did I say that out loud? I might have just jeopardised my chances of ever getting Canadian citizenship. Oh, wait! Wait! Before you send me hate mail, delete the link to my blog, unfriend me on Facebook and refuse to ever speak to me again, hear me out.
It’s ...
February 9, 2022
#WordlessWednesday: Untitled (Königsstrasse)
Königsstraße, Stuttgart, February 2019
February 7, 2022
The Story of Steve
“These are the chronicles of a writer and her stuffed bear…” So begins a blog post, in a galaxy far, far… well, actually, no, not far away at all. Right here, in fact. The chronicles of a writer—that’s me—and her stuffed bear—that’s Steve.
If you’ve been with us on this blog for a while, you’ll have encountered Steve quite a lot over the years. But it occurred to me that lately, he’s not been much in evidence. So I thought we could re-introduce him to our esteemed readership, and while we...
February 4, 2022
#FridayFragment, 04.02.2022
The little boy came running into the room, coat tails flapping.
“Quick!” he cried, “hide me! They’re after me!”
Olive put down her embroidery.
“Who is after you?”
“Them!” the little boy wailed ungrammatically as he wiggled his way under the sofa. “The chief mages!”
“Watch out for the cookabon—“ Olive broke off as a loud yelp came from under the sofa. The chief mages, huh? If they were after that boy, that might explain the proliferation of such creatures as the cookabonna dragon under the sofa. T...
February 2, 2022
January 31, 2022
Shameless Advertising, or: A Roundup of Stories
I finally, at long last, finished a book again. (I know, right?) Just to clarify, no, it’s not a Septimus Series book, it’s a standalone. And by “finished” I mean that last week I buckled down and implemented the changes my editor, the intrepid and amazing E. L. Bates, had suggested. So now, I think, the story is finished and is the best that I can make it.
So now what? Actually, one thing I’m considering doing with this book is to send it to publishers, to see if one of them might consider p...
January 28, 2022
#FridayFragment, 28.01.2022
It was a clear, sparkling day, and under the sofa the cookabonna dragon sang its melancholy tune. Olive sighed. She would have to dust under there again.
January 26, 2022
On Sleep and Having Nothing to Say
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
It’s what you say when you have nothing to say, as we all know. There, I’ve said it.
The problem with maintaining a blog is that one really ought to post something on said blog. Well, I haven’t been able to think of anything to say. Yes, I know it’s Wednesday and that calls for a Wordless Wednesday post, but I don’t have any particular picture I wanted to post today, either.
But then, it’s been two years, really, since I’ve been doing much of any post...
