The 2012 Olympics are over. If you weren’t in the UK you might not have been aware of just how transformative these two weeks were. That I’m even talking about it is evidence enough. Like many of my geek and writer friends I’ve often found myself in the position of fighting against the popular attention…
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Profiled at Eden Baylee’s Blog & News
I am profiled over at Eden Baylee’s blog today. Drop by and say hello to find out what lurks inside my mind lately. I suppose it’s the usual sort of thing, but Eden has some interesting questions that I have not had in an interview before, so maybe you will learn a few new things…
History Witch: Anglo-Saxon Death
I think the impulse that defines an academic nature is that one responds to difficult moments by turning to the past to see how others have coped with similar times. So still reeling from unexpected grief, I turn to history as I contemplate the ways we deal with the inevitability of parting from those we…
Valley Gardens, Harrogate
My thoughts go out to Steve and Mary Browne, and all who love them both. How hard to go on alone, my sister, though I know that those in our hearts can never leave us altogether. I wish I were closer by.
Harrogate
I wouldn’t say the swanky spa town of Harrogate gets completely taken over by the Theakston’s Old Peculier Crime Fest, but they do go all out. The first thing you see when you get off the train is this: It made me think of how Kalamazoo seems to adjust to the deluge of medievalists every…
Jam, Jute and Journalism
Hello from sunny Dundee, land of jute, jam and journalism: well, it is at the moment. Sort of. Oodles to catch up on, so I will avoid rehashing the harrowing journey and just give you a couple of news items. It wasn’t that harrowing after all. I am beyond grateful for the help from Maura…
Galway Sounds
Snufkin packs her bindle again: I am away with the lovely Maura for a jaunt north; with luck I will be able to share pictures along the way here and there, but for at least part of the weekend I will be — gasp! — without WiFi so I will necessarily have to curtail my…
Humo(u)r
A hasty post as I’m still entertaining my delightful guests, who seem to be having a good time. I know I am, though I’m also aware of my shortcomings as a hostess. I’m used to living on my own, never paying attention to clocks (except once a week 🙂 and not planning ahead. But there’s…
Writer Wednesday: Jan Kozlowski
My pal and fellow Horror in Film and Literature lister, Jan Kozlowski, first fell in love with the horror genre in 1975 when the single drop of ruby blood on the engraved black cover of Stephen King’s Salem’s Lot hypnotized her into buying it. She sold her first story, Psychological Bacchanal to the EWG E-zine…
Setting Sail for Inishmore
Miss Wendy and I tried to do the overnight B&B trip to Inishmore. We got up early Tuesday to go get our tickets for the ferry and make arrangements. The woman at the ticket office said the crew were making a decision at 9. They decided not to go that day. More timid folk would…