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New Year, New Words

Shockingly, my novel progressed not a single word for the whole of the month of December. Now, with Helen still trapped in the past in the basement of her families old farm, the words are finally coming again. I have…

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The Power of Radio

The recent storyline on The Archers concerning the sudden death of Betty Tucker proves to me the power of radio. I have been moved to tears by the exchanges between Mike, Roy, and Brenda Tucker and their friends and loved…

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Music and words

The problem about very enjoyable four-day weekends, is that the Tuesday that follows them, is very busy. At the end of the day, I seem to have only barely made a dent in the backlog of journals to work through….

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The power of radio

Either that, or I’m a pathetic, emotional sap. Just listening to tonight’s episode of The Archers, and I find myself welling up, and getting emotional tears at the exchange between Betty Tucker, recovering after last nights heart attack, and her…

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Of alfar and huldulfolk

In my novel, I draw on the terms alfar (Icelandic for ‘elf’) and huldulfolk (the hidden people). Currently I am re-reading Alan Garner’s excellent The Weirdstoneof Brisingamen where it has evil goblin/bad-elf type creatures the svart-alfar and the Huldrafolk. I…

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The stirring of the creative soul

Today has been one of those days when it never really seems to get light. Waking in the halflight of morning with grey fog thick around me, it never lifts, and morning blends into afternoon, and the halflight of dusk…

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Phillip Pullman has gone into seclusion

Apparently Phillip Pullman has gone into seclusion for two years to write his new book. He is also interested in climate change. I know this because my Dad, at a climate change conference (coincidentally in Oxford) was supposed to be…

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Wind gusts sheets of rain across the deserted forecourt under a leaden-grey sky. A van with blacked-out windows stands alone by the petrol pumps with it’s tarpaulin covered trailer buffeted by the wind and the rain. Within the service station,…

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Words and Dreams

In a small way to celebrate various people on my friends list doing the NaNoWriMo Challenge, aapplecatching has given me 45 words of hers (I only asked for 20) to kickstart my own writing project again. These are provided below,…

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Wherein I count the number of words…

…and the number of words is zero. Not that I haven’t been busy. I’ve been tidying up my Grannie’s Roe Family History, and persuading my printer to print a booklet with the pages aligned in the right places. Even so,…

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The last of the 5-day weeks

A pleasing thing occurred to me at work today. With the last bit of holiday that I’m taking off this year, this week will be the last 5-day week that I work in 2005. What follows will be a series…

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The First Thousand

Only about 29,000 words to go then, chapter five is off to a fine start, exploring the huldufolk side of the Ármannsson Family. Just what is Solveig hiding though … and what part will she yet play in the unfolding…

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151

Spurred on, by some ‘information’ that applecatching revealed to me twice today (aren’t I priveledged) I have now written the first 151 words of Blood & Fire in one month. Jóhanna of the Alfar has been toying with and stopping…

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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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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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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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