Monthly Archives: July 2006
Tell you what…
…shall I start forcing Reed to post daily again? (She’s writing poetry in bed at the moment. For God’s sake).
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Holding pattern
I apologise for this continued interruption of normal service. Reed’s current excuse is that she dropped a box of books on her toes at work today. Though what the hell her feet have to do with her typing abilities I … Continue reading
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Now wash your hands
Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards. – Robert A. Heinlein I was in a pub the other night (it happens. I was drinking Hoegaarden. I don’t think … Continue reading
Posted in The Capacious Hold-All
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Your obedient servant
It’s been a week. Reed has posted every day for six consecutive days. It was jolly well was going to be seven, but we had that hiccup last night when the wonders of technology went all unwonderful for a few … Continue reading
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A big boy broke it and ran away
The Internet vanished last night. I duly and with my best professional demeanor on, faffed for ten minutes and then went and dragged my husband away from whatever-it-was he was doing and demanded the return of the Internet right this … Continue reading
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Leaving a Trace by Alexandra Johnson
I brought up the subject of diaries last night. Tell you what, let’s be madly original and actually stick to the subject. I actually own a book about diary keeping. It’ll suffer the enormity of being the first book I … Continue reading
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In gin, veritas. Damn.
Caveat: It’s Friday night. There is a large and heady G&T next to the computer. I could get even less coherent than usual. So, I am staying firmly away from deep and meaningful subjects. Anyway, I think we’ve just about … Continue reading
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Some few needless words
I’d prefer not to write about world events and politics. There’s the most fantabulous amount of snarking, bitching, whining, ranting, begging, rightousness and spleen already packaged for your delectation at Daily Kos, Eurotrib, and associates (see their blogrolls. My knuckles … Continue reading
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In praise of the purposeful silence
I think I can safely assure you that the Editor and I will not be on speaking terms for quite a few days yet. Even so, here I sit, bellowing ‘post! post! It’s nearly midnight!’ at myself in very nearly … Continue reading
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Chills, thrills and retching
The two hardest things to write are comedy and terror. Some, perhaps many, people assume the Hard Crown goes to tragedy, what with the need to twangle the old heartstrings lest the whole thing slides into bathos and we all … Continue reading
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