Regardless of which method you use, the important thing is to have a system to record terminological knowledge gained.
The terminological minefield
Butterflies
This is the result of a timed fifteen-minute scribble, the title for which is a writer's prompt, merely to focus on writing itself, and see what ideas come to the surface as a result. I wrote this in December 2015, and have reproduced it here unchanged - except no one will now complain about my... Continue Reading →
No Brainer
I sit bolt upright in bed at 2am. My subconscious has processed what the Dr was saying, 5 hours ago in A&E. Sami’s concussion from his bike accident is passing, he can leave in an hour… Source: No Brainer Best blog I have read all year, and I read a lot.
Blogging from bed
Ever since that silly advert claiming that smartphone and WiFi technology combined meant that because translation is such a straightforward activity requiring so little effort it could be accomplished while sitting on the toilet, I have found myself from time to time wondering about where exactly my friends post their Facebook and other contributions from.... Continue Reading →
Bog and glue
All writers need to hone their craft. I was feeling guilty about one paragraph in yesterday's blog. It contained one long, unruly sentence. I should have deleted it. I did not. The blog would have been better without it. As I was thinking about it again this morning, I got a promotional e-mail from PerfectIt... Continue Reading →
Fruit of the passion
Just over a month ago, a fellow translator gave me a lovely granadilla (passion fruit) plant, which is actually a vine, but commonly called a creeper by many. I was delighted with this thoughtful gift not least because I left three such vines in the soil of the extensive vegetable garden I toiled over in... Continue Reading →
The Scatterling series – 44 & 45
Being where you are meant to be. I have been fortunate to have found my spot, something which was confirmed in so many indescribable small ways when I spent three weeks with my entire immediate family in Brisbane, Australia, over Christmas 2014. It was great seeing my family, but none of the places I... Continue Reading →
The Scatterling series – 40–43
Multiple sclerosis has stolen by corrosive degrees the very thing that sustained us; it has eroded the passion, hollowed us both out; the outer casing is cracked and does not hold.
The Scatterling series – 39
Today is dedicated solely to the story about dogs for two reasons. The first is that the illustration of the puppies appears in the dedication of the book, and because I came across a couple of photos of the dogs mentioned in the story, and thought that a spot of colour from some real photos... Continue Reading →
The Scatterling series – 35, 36, 37 & 38
I should finish telling you about going shopping after gardening while still wearing my gardening clothes. My shopping was of the unexciting kind. It involved getting a new gas canister on which the production of hot water in my household is dependent, and putting fuel in my car, on which so many aspects of my... Continue Reading →
That elusive pair of jeans 