My dear friend knows that I would never pass up the opportunity of sitting on four royal thumbs in a holy place.
Always wondered how many ways you had to try before it worked. I never tried to leave my lover, although I did fancy hopping on a bus occasionally.
Six of us - all only sometimes naughty children - crept out of the thatched holiday lodges in the middle of the game reserve before dawn while our respective parents were still sleeping. The planned great escape sprung into action as each one collected their fishing rods. There was muffled laughter at the... Continue Reading →
Sketches in ink - 14–33 Most of what I have written in the nineteen days since my last blog has been handwritten in flashes of inspiration with an urgent intensity to capture the thought before it skitters off again and gets lost in some pressing domestic chore or other. I spent almost a month enjoying... Continue Reading →
~Sources of Joy ~ Day 212 I have been fighting with my text today, but then I remembered what someone else once said - as one does, and felt so much better for it. Anna Haxen, a Danish to English translator, thought what she had to say in a forum one day was pretty unremarkable,... Continue Reading →
Self-reprimand is often the best form of punishment precisely because it is private. I am going to make my most recent one public, though. It was ten minutes to seven o'clock when I sat down again to work this evening. I thought to myself, "Great, I can check my mail - and the odd forum... Continue Reading →
The other day, the poll on a translator forum asked how long we worked before taking a break. You will note that the question was not how often we take breaks. That would imply that most freelance translators stick to a rigid timetable. I, for one, cannot imagine that there are too many translators who... Continue Reading →
When you have a big idea stewing, but not the energy to bring it to the boil, you can always count on WordPress to provide a safer option! Today's daily prompt is prompting thus: “It’s never a good idea to discuss religion or politics with people you don’t really know.” Agree or disagree?" Let's start... Continue Reading →
As a teenager I had a friend whose entire sex education talk received from her father (since her mother preferred to give the impression that she never engaged in such nonsense) encompassed one sentence: Sex is God's greatest gift to man (sic), and the most abused. It dawned on me shortly thereafter that all gifts... Continue Reading →
I have never categorically admitted to having a bucket list. One item on that bucket list is quite complicated really. It involves mural art. I am not an artist in the professional sense of the word, although some would say a rather rigorous critic! Apart from the fact that right now I need to use... Continue Reading →