The Poppins cycle is a collection of short stories, vignettes, conversations and so on. The pieces can stand alone but collectively they also can stand as a biography of Mary Poppins. I had originally intended to post them chronologically once the full work was completed but I doubt I will ever arrive at a time where there isn't at least one more ( Read more... )

The Poppins cycle is a collection of short stories, vignettes, conversations and so on. The pieces can stand alone but collectively they also can stand as a biography of Mary Poppins. I had originally intended to post them chronologically once the full work was completed but I doubt I will ever arrive at a time where there isn't at least one more ( Read more... )

I can feel a Mary Poppins fic starting. I don't yet know what it's going to be about, when it will be set, who will wander in and out of it or anything really. Just a feeling that a story is coming. It's been brewing for some time, on 19 February I had this to say:

I'm starting to have the stirrings of my need to write Poppins-fic again. I know it's ( Read more... )

This is an unfinished Mary Poppins story in pieces. I may finish it someday, I may not, but there are pieces of it I'm really proud of and posting it doesn't really bother me. In writing terms I was challenging myself to be intensely descriptive in terms of how things are experienced through senses. In storytelling terms the concept was Mary giving ( Read more... )

A gift for Scarlett Strallen at the closing night of Mary Poppins at the Prince Edward Theatre in London. The statue is in the Rose Garden at Hyde Park Corner and inspired the character of Neleus in the original books by PL Travers.



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Galleries

The car drew up in front of the gallery and Lady Sandy was handed out by the doorman. She drew her pashmina closer around her bare shoulders, keeping off the chill evening air, as he inspected her invitation, then smiled and thanked him as he wished her a pleasant evening and waved her inside.

The interior of the gallery was warm ( Read more... )

The curve is similar.

No. Concentrate.

Soft, pale. Very like.

No. Not tonight.

But he can’t stop thinking about it. Her. She’s filling his mind. She’s back, he knows that is why. It has been a long separation, this time. He had forgotten. Not her, certainly not her, he can never forget her. But he had forgotten the details. The way she ( Read more... )

Because of the size and nature of 'The Letters Game' I've created a journal for Eg, the format of which works perfectly to present the story. She's at
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