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... )

A book is a fragile creature, it suffers the wear of time, it fears rodents, the elements and clumsy hands. so the librarian protects the books not only against mankind but also against nature and devotes his life to this war with the forces of oblivion. ~Umberto Eco

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... )

A Harry Potter fanfiction, so the characters belong to JK Rowling and her publishers and I don't make any money from this. Written prior to Order of the Phoenix so it's somewhat AU now. The song quoted at the end is apparently Irish Traditional but I first heard it in the film Waking Ned Devine and thought it suited the story.

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It was easier than ( Read more... )

Another university era piece which owes The Hours for thematic inspiration. It's not great but it's not bad, just up here so it can go and get dusty in the archive. Oh, and the character may be named Minerva but she's original, though you don't have to read it that way if you don't want to.

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‘A woman's whole life, in a single day, just one day, ( Read more... )