Category Archives: The Editor takes over
Free-form excavations
Reed is back tomorrow. Good, I say. Good. I don’t care for this ‘generating content’ lark. How about another spot of juvenalia, while she can’t burst in and stop me? She wrote this one when she was barely 18, and … Continue reading
The first blond muse
Reed is still not back. Lord knows what she’s doing. Gallivanting, I shouldn’t wonder, or possibly even frolicking. But as she’s not here, and left me in charge, I think I shall do something truly evil (heh heh heh) and … Continue reading
A triolet
[Reed wrote this in less than 20 minutes, on Thursday the 1st of November, in a complicated recess of the labyrinthine university library, near Paleontology. There were pigeons roosting on the window-ledge, iridescent in the autumn sunlight. And workmen drilling … Continue reading
Time-and-Motion studies
This is the Editor, refusing to put on a stupid accent for the purposes of this post, as, frankly, swathes of italic are a bugger to read. So. Reed has cheerfully announced to the Universe she is NaBloPoMo-ing, oh yes. … Continue reading
Eight not very random things about me
The fascinating Doctor Z tagged me (hi, Z!) so I am obediently presenting the disinterested masses with: Eight Random Things About Me. Now of course the only way to make this truly random would be to write every single fact … Continue reading
The Editor realises the date, and is startled
Image courtesy of Sluggo at Flickr “Inside every older person is a younger person – wondering what the hell happened.” – Cora Harvey Armstrong To my astonishment, Reed has kept this blog going for an entire year. And then, to … Continue reading
Recovery proceeds apace
I see some of you people actually want the Reed creature to come out of hibernation and say something. She’s lying on the couch, watching Criminal Minds and reminiscing about the days she had a crush on Mandy Patinkin in … Continue reading
The Editor goes spelunking
Reed is in bed eating chocolate ice-cream and pondering how to be really truly deeply blood-curdling in prose. It’s clearly very absorbing. I mentioned the blog to her and she told me to post something myself if I was that … Continue reading
Coffee triolet. Café-au-lait?
Right. As Reed has utterly humiliated herself, and me, with the above stupid pun, I am taking over this post. Reed, go and make the coffee. What drove the first of us to try This bitter, dark, and devilish drink? … Continue reading
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).