(Another thing I wrote and then didn’t post.)

One aspect of this current COVID crisis is that there is just so much new information to take it. Information about the virus itself. News about how the pandemic is unfolding in my state, my country and my planet.

It is possible to cry “Information overload!” and run away from some of this, because daily ( Read more... )

This last fortnight, work has been busy and extra demanding, the weather has been particularly wintry, and I've been tired and frequently feeling like I'm on the verge of getting sick. So the things I've mentally written while I've been in the car or the shower or else out walking the dog have just stayed in my head ( Read more... )

May. Vivid autumn colours are giving way to bare winter branches, the nighttime creeps in fast and the daisy bush outside my window glows with happy yellow flowers.

It’s been a different month. In a plot-twist I didn’t see coming, I have more work and it’s been great, I’m happy about the job itself and I like having consistent and predictable ( Read more... )

'She shall be ready at any time you name. I am so sorry: my foolish shyness is in fault, I believe; but still you must acknowledge that an engagement is an engagement.'
'Did I ever say an engagement was an elephant, madam?'
-- Mrs Gibson to Squire Hamley, from Wives and Daughters

Patricia A McKillip's The Throme of the Erril of Sherill is rather ( Read more... )