Ah, blue skies and cool breezes. Spring! I am so filled with motivation this time of year. Perhaps it has something to do with the coming of the summer holidays – Christmas and New Years and so on – and … Continue reading »Springing Time
I’m the world’s least reliable blogger, I swear. One month out of Blaugust and I’m already down to a post a week. *smacks hand* Naughty. I’ve been getting back into Skyrim and wasting my time on that, I’m afraid. (No … Continue reading »Prospect(u)s
Look at me, slacking off with my blogging. Things went so well during Blaugust. Now I’ve fallen off the wagon and am dawdling along behind, finding excuses to delay. My Japanese 2016 planner, the hobonichi techo, arrived last week. … Continue reading »Dragging My Feet
I posted yesterday, but I deleted it around 5am when I decided it was terrible. (I had a bout of insomnia last night. A great deal of staring at the ceiling and thinking angry thoughts about the whole concept of … Continue reading »Never fucking up anything
Today is the last day of August, and so the last day of Blaugust. It seems appropriate to look back at the month and see how I did. I missed five days, and managed 16 without breaking my streak. I’m … Continue reading »And what have you done?
You have to get yourself out there, if you want your stuff to be seen. Writers with published novels have to maintain blogs and tweet and so forth. It’s how people know you’re there, how you raise your profile and … Continue reading »The endless churning seas of Social Media
Oh Sunday, Sunday! Why do you torment me so? I’m afraid I’m not in much of a mood for blogging tonight. I’ve nothing insightful to say, nothing particular to discuss. I am here, writing this now, because it is … Continue reading »
In late July, I went around various “monetise your blog!!” bullshit websites, looking for blog topics and prompts that might help me in August. I jotted down a few ideas in my beloved Midori traveller’s notebook, but none of them … Continue reading »Her Accents So Forlorn
Some years ago, I bought a folio copy of Paradise Lost. I purchased it online, and it travelled the length of the country to get to me. I suspect the person I bought it from had not opened it often. … Continue reading »The Paradise Lost Mystery
They don’t use the phrase “nom de plume” in France. It’s not actually a French phrase; it’s one of those phrases made up by the English using French words. The French term is “nom de guerre”, war-name. Sophie is my … Continue reading »Nom de Guerre