Oh, hello again. It’s time for another #BroodyBFF post (and gee, I hope you like these, because they’ll be popping up until November…). Today’s theme: sequels. What book needs one? What sequel is better than the first book? Read on and find out (but bear in mind there’s some *spoilers*)…
I’ve actually done all my Christmas present shopping, so feeling quite smug as I type this. Today’s Blogmas is not only full of GIFs, it’s brought to you by an unexpected charity shop find, which you’ll see under the cut. (Hint: it has hooves.)
Today the British Museum are hosting a livestream where various actors and scholars are reading The Iliad in its entirety. In case you don’t know, I studied Classics as an undergrad so I’m basically a fangirl for Homeric epithets and epic journeys, especially when they’re read out by your old lecturer, the excellently bearded Simon Goldhill. A handful of people suggested it would be fun to write something in the Homeric style, perhaps even with a YA theme. I’ve only had one coffee today, but since bits of my novel are shamelessly inspired by things I studied at uni, I’ll give it a shot. Brace yourselves.
Tomorrow we’re heading to London for the third NineWorlds Geekfest. I’m almost prepared for it, by which I mean ‘last-minute flailing, locating my dwindling supply of business cards and staring at a vague, clash-filled timetable‘. And like last year I seem to be fleeing Edinburgh just as Fringe preview season kicks off. Woops.
Hello. I’m not dead. I’m holed up in a windswept corner of Wester Ross with a surly cat, extremely flaky WiFi, and a million and one ideas.
It’s been pretty hectic round these parts recently and I could do with a break. So when a good friend mentioned there might be a Highland hideaway available in return for some cat-sitting, I jumped at the chance.
Oh god, I’ve punned too early today. Sorry about that. I’ve been in an odd mood the past few days, mainly due to politics making me sad. I fixed this with bingeing on Spitting Image- something still far too topical- and rewriting the fanfic my husband randomly did for me. At the bottom he’d written ‘this scene setting is harder than I thought’. Guh, tell me about it. Well, in the interests of not being about politics and containing magical talking creatures, here’s a sort of prologue I knocked up in the middle of a hangover, barely edited and probably too florid. Enjoy.