October 2004

…it all ended for me, with writing Blood & Fire. That was Hallowe’en 2001, and an autumn hiatus of frantic writing wherein I wrote much of chapter one (since extended) and the seeds of chapter two. It was the autumn…

Thank thee for those Romanian Joey’s I still had left over from my Hungarian holiday, in my fridge. My house is tucked away at the back end of the road, and Trick or Treatsers don’t usually find me. Tonight, shortly…

Welcome to darkness! Welcome to the winter! May the dark come rising, and the year end…

As the clocks go back, the Guardian travels to Iceland where black winter is celebrated as a season of love, beer and obsessions Patrick Barkham in Reykjavik The Guardian, Saturday 30 October 2004

…made during British Summer Time of 2004 that is. A beautiful autumnal day, at times today. I went into Oxford this afternoon after a leisurely morning pottering round the house. The trip to Oxford was one of those in and…

The indicators blink at the stop line. The jeep pulls out, and accelerates along the road. Ben watches the scenery change, the meadows of yellow flowers, the green of the grass and the iron-rich-red-ochre soil blurring in a impressionistic haze…

I had been listening to Icelandic rock band Írafár on the way home from work (maybe one of the few bands John Peel hadn’t played on his Radio 1 show – although please disprove me if I’m wrong). I stopped…

…certainly Helen’s discover of Andy’s “death” seems to have stirred some previously hidden memories. But the road lies ahead, and the farm is quite an enchanting place to spend a few thousand words… *grins*

I find it hard to believe that it is now twenty years since Band Aid/Live Aid. I find it hard to believe that a number of people who will read this do not remember it themselves. But it’s true. It’s…

The book is now all sewn up and pressed together in the … err … press, with glue squidged into the spine. I like book binding…

Which File Extension are You?

My week? A curious one, and one that concluded with a decision finally being reached. Things are changing. Things may never be the same. As of Monday, I will no longer be working in Professional Division at Blackwell Publishing; I…

I shall answer this question in the next post I make. Why am I telling you this? Because the next post will be protected to friends only, not because I do not want the general public to read it, but…

After an initial good start, with a simple head and shoulders, my second five minute sketch went to pieces…

[crossposted from notice, an email list to which i subscribe and contribute] maybe there’s more to notice? you certainly have more time to noice. journeying back from my weekend in the New Forest I notice al kinds of noticeable things;…

Okay, time to recount my day. In short, it wasn’t the best. On the road into Islip, there are three sharp bends. The first two are marked as such, the third is not. However I know this road, and I…

The other day, veeb invited me to try out a new photo sharing service called Hello… Shepline, try this out…it\’s cool. Monsieur de la Veeb Hello is a free program that lets you share pictures while you chat online, over…

Tonight? I really enjoyed tonight. For the first time I really felt like I was enjoying myself and getting the hang of this life drawing lark.

polyonymous (pol-ee-ON-uh-muhs) adjective Having or known by many names. [From Greek polyonymos, from poly- (many) + -onyma (name).] “She (Hecate) protects roads and she is polyonymous, she has lots of names.” Michael P. Clark; Revenge of the Aesthetic: The Place…