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September 2005

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Wednesday

[ Much of this was composed either in mind or in text on Wednesday night, but never posted here due to installation of a full version of Norton – I hate setting up computers! ] I met up with veeb…

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A Tale of Two Alonsos

I’ve never posted a link to something in The Sun, and I probably never will again, but this is just too damn hilarious. One of the Production Assistants at work, one Fernando Alonso has been getting quite a bit of…

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Autumn foraging

Had a most enjoyable and relaxing weekend, down in a ‘retreat’ that I know of in the New Forest *grins* – agreeable host and hostess and very cuddly dog Barney and cat Bramble. Pepper went with me, and the sun…

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Of tax returns and tedium…

Thankfully I qualified for the ‘short pages’ this year, but even so, the jargon they use doesn’t make it easy to use, even when like me you are transposing numbers from my P60, and filling in a load of big…

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Procrastination? Me? Never…!

Sat down to write my novel today, fired up Word, went Ctrl+End’ed to the place, and… phoned my Mum for five minutes to pass on a message. I made the ‘mistake’ of sitting down on the sofa, and so Pepper…

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Proud & Prejudiced

I took myself off to the Odeon in Aylesbury last night to see the new film version of Pride & Prejudice. From the outset, I knew that they had a tough act to follow with ten year old Andrew Davies/BBC…

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To whom it may concern

9.10pm tonight, BBC2. The Secret Life of Arthur Ransome. Griff Rhys Jones follows in the the footsteps of the Swallows and Amazons author to explain why he was branded a traitor by the British Foreign Office after his involvement in…

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me

This seems to be one of those meme’s that provides genuine thought and interest, so I thought I would have a go. 1. Your LiveJournal user name and what it means: ~ This is easy. shepline is Me; and Me…

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Things…

1. I am tired. I feel like, till now I haven’t really stopped for two days. Yesterday and today were taken up with a big JPM day (JPMs being Journal Publishing Managers, or ‘them-editorial-folk-who-promise-society’s-the-world-and-then-leave-us-in-production-to-figure-out-how-to-deliver’) and 46 of us from Oxford…

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a campaign…

The shock. The horror. How can they do this to us? As mentioned over in brokenblossom‘s journal tonight, the character of Hayley Tucker neé Jordan has returned as a speaking character… Yayy!! I hear you cry. We like Hayley… …nay,…

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7-Up

And so, tomorrow, ITV will be screening part one of 49-Up, Michael Apted’s documentary update following a group of Britons whose stories have been chronicled from the age of seven – the old motif of ‘give me the child at…

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A slow down

I haven’t ground to a complete halt, but I am similarly not, going at the great speeds that I was for these last couple of weeks. As I reach the closing stages of chapter four, and the end of ‘act…

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Of Saturdays and Songwriting

On 2 March 2004 I wrote a song. Well, I say I, but it was more Hanna Katla’s song from my novel Blood & Fire. I later recorded the vocals, on veeb‘s insistance, and the results can still be found…

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67,007 words and counting…

With approximately ten more pages (3,000 words) left to write of chapter four, I can almost taste the end of the novel coming close. I’ll still have another 30,000 words to write, but the storylines are beginning to cross even…

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Well I did holiday in Transylvannia…

Angel 45% amorality, 27% passion, 81% spirituality, 27% selflessness To shanshu in this test means to turn up guided by morals, calm and self-controlled, spiritually guided and powerfully moved by one’s own destiny. Kind of like I’d expect Angel to…

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The Huldufolk Speak

“Excuse me. You don’t mind if I join you?” the girl says without introduction, and is pulling up a chair to Helen’s table even before they have agreed. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help but hear your conversation,” she continues, “I…

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Scribbles, Scraps and More

veeb, on hearing in these pages that I’ve had some problems kick-starting the old shepline word-engine, found this, wondering if it might help… …at the very least it seems to be interesting nonetheless. Tools of the Trade The feel of…

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Curiouser and curiouser…

In just ten minutes tonight, I have written as many words as I did in two hours last night. Already, I have passed the 13,000 mark for chapter four, which means I have just 3-4,000 words and I will officially…

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Resurgence

It’s been a funny ol’ weekend. After the pace of development I experienced last week with my novel writing, I was hoping that this weekend could bring big things. Friday night, barely brought more than 300 new words. veeb already…

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