Rain just now, quite heavy. Drizzly rain while I was doing the chickens. Decided yesterday to be efficient and have my waterproofs in the car just in case it rained while I was out on the school run. Result: I'm in the house and my waterproofs are in the car. Lucky I haven't got more than one set of waterproofs, or they'd all migrate to the car. Think what that would do for petrol consumption. But yes, last night, good to be back together. Today: more transcribing, writing, intro-writing, think up a brief for the cover. No doubt I wortk best under pressure, but part of that is the enjoyable recurring fantasy about being better organised next time.
Interesting evening. Thursday Group huddled round two fold-up tables in one of the side rooms, getting quite heated (in the sense: enthusiastic) in the business of discussing a children's story, a love scene (in the sense: physical) and the passage out of Thursday's Child in which Katie is reunited with her horse, Windfire. I like the group, and I like the way we wrangle over words, rhythm, emphasis. Like a group of would-be composers, perhaps, arguing over musical phrasing and whether it achieves its emotional impact. Good to be down in the engine room discussing the nuts and bolts (okay, you do the metaphors).
Rain just now, quite heavy. Drizzly rain while I was doing the chickens. Decided yesterday to be efficient and have my waterproofs in the car just in case it rained while I was out on the school run. Result: I'm in the house and my waterproofs are in the car. Lucky I haven't got more than one set of waterproofs, or they'd all migrate to the car. Think what that would do for petrol consumption. But yes, last night, good to be back together. Today: more transcribing, writing, intro-writing, think up a brief for the cover. No doubt I wortk best under pressure, but part of that is the enjoyable recurring fantasy about being better organised next time. Comments are closed.
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Mind you, if you get a sense of deja vu when reading my work, that may be because you've lived this life before. Where are we now? We're hurtling round the sun, held to the ground by a weak force that we don’t begin to understand, arguing about trade deals between the land masses on a planet mostly covered by water.
The dolphins must think us ridiculous. No wonder they only come to the shallow water to play with us, not to signal their most complex philosophies. More. Riddle. It takes two to make me, but when I'm made, I'm only a memory. What am I? Scroll down to find out.
Is that a catastrophe I see before me? Could be. There was a clear sky earlier, but now clouds are encroaching from the North. We could be in for a storm. More.
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Here is yet another page of old blog posts and other writings. Sorry, but I need my metaphorical sock drawer for metaphorical socks. The link to the page is right at the end of the paragraph here.
Roads without end
Here is a passage from a review of the book The Road to Somewhere by David Goodhart. I haven't read the book (yet), but the collected reviews would make a worthwhile set of political arguments in their own right. More.
State of the Union
Several commentators today saying that they've lost confidence in the US. Making their point by talking up the glories of the past. After two weeks of this administration, they're not going back.
Were they wrong, and they've seen the light? Or has the US changed? I guess the latter is the intended meaning. But we should at least acknowledge the possibility... More. Categories
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