It's never sunny when I have a day off.  Today it's all windy and grey outside.  The crows have moved back into the neighbourhood the past week or so, and are giving their throats quite the workout.  I recall being on Skype with my parents last year and them asking what the noise was.  So I turned my webcam round and showed them the monster ( Read more... )

As I write two men are on my balcony, heavy-breathing and wielding power-drills.  This would be something horror-like if I weren't sitting here lazily eating rice and miso soup and wondering what I'm going to do about getting hold of the third season of Supernatural.  There's a 3 season box set going on Amazon for £27, which with shipping will be ( Read more... )

Yesterday night I read this article on the BBC . Then just as I was falling asleep I got the idea for a poem and thought "Shall I wake up, or see if I remember it in the morning?". I forced myself out of bed. Being unable to source my Moleskine (which was actually where I normally keep it) I scribbled at the base of a poem I'd printed off by Jean ( Read more... )

I was hoping, somewhat stupidly, that I would be able to get through the next six weeks in Ina without snow boots. But I just looked out the window as the sky had that look about it, and sure enough but fat flakes of snow are washing about. So far nothing is sticking as we've had rain for the past two days. Having watched "30 Days of Night" last ( Read more... )

Goddammit, I hate it when I'm writing and yet my brain is not cooperating. It's almost worst than not writing anything at all. A while ago I wrote a story based around an early Porcupine Tree song. I guess this is a bit like writing from dreams - the imagery is good but there's nothing there. So I've been mulling this over for the past few weeks ( Read more... )

I was visited by an Incubus on Friday night, and no, it was, in fact, quite frightening ( Read more... )

Oh damn you brain ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamt that I was going to become a man ( Read more... )

Shame I missed this the first time round:

Neil Gaiman Once Step Closer to SainthoodI thought I'd log on this morning and then go do something else. I got distracted ( Read more... )

I forgot to mention the two dreams I had this week. In the first one I dreamt that I was flying a dark blue Mini. It had extendable wings and had to reach 200mph to take off, which was quite fun. I flew around England for a bit ( Read more... )