April 2003

I’ve been composing this throughout the day, in between processing Monthly Notices of the RAS, and having story conferences with soulsong, and I just need to get this section of text home to work on there…

I’ve been composing this throughout the day, in between processing Monthly Notices of the RAS, and having story conferences with soulsong, and I just need to get this section of text home to work on there…

Ben was working on his science/geography project one night. The next morning he flies out to Iceland, expecting to meet his cousin and his sister, but is greeted by his cousin with the news that his sister is missing, feared…

Ben was working on his science/geography project one night. The next morning he flies out to Iceland, expecting to meet his cousin and his sister, but is greeted by his cousin with the news that his sister is missing, feared…

And so, we seem to be plunged back into winter. It’s cold. It’s grey. It’s wet. It’s horrid, horrid, horrid weather! And it’s not doing anything for my creativity (which is particularly bad) – and hence the recent dearth of…

I finally finished reading Firesong by William Nicholson last night (which is good because I can read the Ursula Le Guin that I’ve been looking forward to getting stuck into), and I have to say that it was good, but…

Picking up the theme from soulsong‘s post (here), it is interesting and frustrating when you want to write but are actually prevented from doing so. I’m thinking of those times, when you start off with your 8-4:15 day at work,…

Well, I’ve done it. I’ve applied for it. A new job? Who knows really – it’s a bit of a long shot, being in CD production really – but a potentially interesting diversion away from scientific journals… hmmn New Media…

Well, I’ve done it. I’ve applied for it. A new job? Who knows really – it’s a bit of a long shot, being in CD production really – but a potentially interesting diversion away from scientific journals… hmmn New Media…

I had decided that Ben (and his family) have to go through the loss/uncertainty of Helen’s fate in some depth in order to have the reader feel the length of time and emptiness of her disappearance. The trouble is knowing…

I had decided that Ben (and his family) have to go through the loss/uncertainty of Helen’s fate in some depth in order to have the reader feel the length of time and emptiness of her disappearance. The trouble is knowing…

Just stood in the kitchen and watched Pepper make his way out for a night on the town, and he was funny. He sort of stroked the cat flap with his paw but it wouldn’t go anywhere (it’s a magnetic…

Yesterday it was a little bit cold, and Pepper wanted to go for a bit but I didn’t want to leave the patio doors open. So I showed him the catflap. Nudging his feet at it he went out. Then…

Inspired by yesterday’s visit to Bath – and partly due to a desire to do justice to the photos I took of that (very) fair town I bought myself a new colour printer which is printing out absolutely stunning prints….

…with Bath! This is a beautiful place. It’s relaxing, it’s nice, and it’s friendly. I want to move here this instant (but I can’t) … one day though, one day. (the royal crescent) (and the royal circus) But to get…

(or the house, foil wrapped and clad…) From across the garden, down near to the garage, this is southfacing. You can see the lounge which will be tiled, and the main house which will be thatched… …and here, the main…

I’ll try and make it two pages tonight (those words are really coming now). I phoned my aunt in Iceland tonight – apart from the whole wishing easter happiness to the family, it did have a serious point of checking…

Despite not putting the light out last night till 1 o’clock this morning, and waking up before my alarm went off at six-thirty I am bursting with joy, happiness and awakefulness. I think it’s partly to do with wth gorgeous…

He replaces the magazine on the bedside cabinet and slowly lets his fingers throw the switch on the lamp. The room sinks into Icelandic summer darkness – a washed-out colourless light. Lying on his side he curls his legs up…

He replaces the magazine on the bedside cabinet and slowly lets his fingers throw the switch on the lamp. The room sinks into Icelandic summer darkness – a washed-out colourless light. Lying on his side he curls his legs up…