Saturday, February 23, 2019

Did It

Yup.  Chapter 14 succumbed - I've gone through EVERYTHING one more time - Sky Girl is done.*   There is a well-regarded school of thought that clearly and emphatically states I should now put her in a drawer, either real or metaphorical, for a month or six.  I agree.  I absolutely see the sense of this.  And I did that very thing, as long as you define "month" as "about 30 seconds".  She is off my desk and awaiting judgement.

Celebration is in order, and so I offer you my current favourite Youtube video from the Vivaldi Guys to dance along to.  Huzzah! 

*("Done" in the sense of "done until my agent points out what needs making better.")

Saturday, February 16, 2019

Chapter 14

Chapter 14 - or Bab empat belas as we say in Bahasa Indonesia - is my next task.  I tried to find a wiki commons image of 14 kittens, or 14 puppies, or 14 flowers to put up.*  No joy.  So have a 14 in a circle instead, and wish me luck.

Vincent Van Gogh's 1888 painting of sunflowers was close with 15, but I've already finished chapter 15.

Saturday, February 09, 2019

A Scientific Sea Shanty (Canadian, eh)

I do love A Capella Science!

Saturday, February 02, 2019

The Call of the Clerihew and the Tricks of Memory

That's twice this week I've come across something I must have written and just did not recognise.  The first was a short story I stumbled across in my files called "Dissidents and Distilleries" with a surprise ending that completely took me by surprise.  And the second came through the post - The Call of the Clerihew:*

The book wasn't the surprise - it was my contributions.  There was a group on Facebook back in 2014 inviting folk to put clerihews** on various topics in the comments.  It was fun.  I did a few.  And then I forgot about it, until the idea of an anthology was mooted.  The editors asked permission to use some of mine - I gave it.  Turns out I'm in the Poetry section with these immortal snatches:

Emily Dickinson -
with her it's slim pickin's on
ways to punctuate -
she was always dashing - and wouldn't wait. 


What are you on?
Your output does put mine to shame -
I'm thinking I should change my name.

I know I will have enjoyed writing those, but, nope, don't remember either of them.  Memory plays tricks sometimes.  And sometimes, it just bails on us completely. 

* The Call of the Clerihew, ed. George Szirtes and Andy Jackson - available online and from a bookshop near you.
** "the limerick's shorter, smarter sibling" (from the preface)