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16th February 2007: Conversation with a Pigeon

Actually, you don’t have to fly away when I come into the kitchen. It was me who put out those oat-crumbs you’re eating. I threw them out into the snow earlier, and the last time I came into the kitchen

Posted in Among Others, Human culture, Whimsy

26th December 2006 Inevitability

Yesterday afternoon we watched a DVD I bought myself for Christmas. The box is all in French, but in English it seems to be called The Gathering Storm and it’s Churchill biography, or as it’s dramatized like a story, fanfiction.

Posted in Human culture, Small Change

1st December 2006: Forty-two today!

Hooray, hooray, I’m forty-two today. Anyone I told I was forty-two already — I was confused, OK? When I was a child I’d never have believed I could be confused about how old I was. It’s such a central fact

Posted in My Books

29th November 2006: That burned before the icecap reigned

The sun is coming through the window at an odd angle and casting the shadow of the things in my desk-tidy onto the wall in a sharp relief. There are various pens at angles, a quill, two pairs of scissors,

Posted in Unfinished book stuff

25th June 2006: Tangled Web

“Your nightmares are somebody’s daydreams, Your daydreams are somebody’s lies. Lies ain’t no harder than telling the truth, The truth is the perfect disguise.” Kris Kristofferson. I’m not in HP fandom, and I’ve been reading the MsScribe kerfuffle with bemused

Posted in Among Others, Human culture, Life as it blossoms out in a jar or a face

2nd February 2006: Why fantasy is easy

When I say fantasy is easy, what I mean is that writing in a background you already know intimately is easier than figuring out every little thing about the background. It’s easiest to put this in terms of tech levels

Posted in Poor Relations, Small Change, Writing

23rd September 2005: Venting about copyedit

Dear Copyeditor, Contrary to your base assumption, I am not a moron. When I use mixed metaphors — and you may note I only do it in the first person section — I am using them as a form of

Posted in My Books, Small Change, Writing

21st March 2005: A snippet

This is the story of the stupid things I did the year I was seventeen, the year my mother died, and how they twisted my life entire from the straight course it was set to run in. I was born

Posted in Sulien World, Writing

14th March 2005: Cold Girly Steel

Kate Elliott asked me why I wanted to write about warrior women, and I thought as this was likely to be long and self-indulgent, I’d answer over here. This also follows on from some things we were discussing in Rilina’s

Posted in Sulien World, Writing

5th July 2004: Old men ought to be explorers

I didn’t sleep much last night, and I was reading Anne de Courcy’s excellent biography of Curzon’s daughters The Viceroy’s Daughters (kind of post-research for Farthing) and it struck me how incredible it was that someone could be born before

Posted in Life as it blossoms out in a jar or a face, My Real Children