From Alba to Albany

By the time this posts, I should be on my way via planes, trains and automobiles (not to mention the bus to the airport in Edinburgh). It’s hard to believe my fantastic year has drawn to a close. Needless to say, I have no wish to leave Scotland and already have my ticket back. My…

What the Dickens?!

Hey, join me at the party! The Writer’s Party, that is, where I do my Auntie Mame impression. I talk about inspiration and writing and whatnot. Not quite as crazily as I did at Mr B’s but it’s not possible to maintain that high level of madness all the time. A decent showing in the…

Year of the Owl

Don’t I live in a gorgeous city? First, a little importuning: I know, it’s a bit much coming from someone who’s had more than her fair share of luck lately. But I’d really like you to vote for me for best horror short story for It’s a Curse. Pretty please? And as long as you’re…

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…