After my last post, about my cousin riding in an Austin 7 racecar, I remembered that there had once been a passage about his and my brother's fascination with cars in my book. Our house was built on piers on a sloping block, so that as a young child I could stand to my full height underneath … Continue reading Boys and Their Toys
I wrote this post on the train coming home last night. When I woke this morning, my better judgement told me not to publish it. But here it is now, nearly bedtime, and as I am in the midst of reading The Picture of Dorian Gray, it seems quite tame in comparison to his wickedness, so … Continue reading Didn’t We Have a Lovely Time The Day We Went to Bangor – or words to that effect.
I haven't done a blog post for three weeks. For the first two, there was nothing to report, except that I was plugging away on my manuscript, one thousand words at a time. I am about 40% into a first draft. I hope it doesn't die on the vine. I never plan, apart from a … Continue reading Ramblings from an ordinary Monday