The Scatterling series – 28, 29 & 30

I was quite conscious that the next story in this potted story of me so far was ostensibly about whisky when I attended the convivial gathering after the English Carol Service in my village on Thursday evening. I cannot claim, despite a burning desire for it to be so, that I experienced the expanded state... Continue Reading →

The Scatterling series – 27

In my previous post, I promised you a lot of cow manure when I next wrote. Now, my dear old Dad is very sick, so this is probably a good time to relate how silly we could all be when we were young enough to be called cheeky. He loves this kind of story: REVENGE... Continue Reading →

The Scatterling series – 24, 25 & 26

The coloured bit of paper used when crafting the above image means that I am in planning mode. I say that with a strange sense of victory, since  the commencement of planning coincides with the first free day I have had for months and months. In this very moment my obligations to other people are... Continue Reading →

The Scatterling series – 21, 22 & 23

It seems quite strange now that a free online course is teaching me how to write fiction to be back in this non-fictional world with fictional illustrations which allude to reality in the absence of photographic documentation. It is early days yet, but I am having such fun trying to come to grips with another... Continue Reading →

The Scatterling series – 18, 19 & 20

I have just started an online course which promises to give me some tips on how to write decent fiction. With two practice assignments under my belt, I am already feeling possessive and strangely secretive about what I have produced so far. Luckily, Scatterling provides a temporary smoke screen. We have the commonality that the... Continue Reading →

The Scatterling series – 15, 16 & 17

I could not resist blogging again today. It is Saturday night, after all and besides that, it has been a while since the last instalment in this series. Maternal influence is undeniable. We can lead quite different lives from our mothers as adults, hold very different opinions, eat different foods and even dream in different... Continue Reading →

The Scatterling series – 11, 12, 13 & 14

Mid-way through my summer editing job, I am finally able to see the sense of the book. This augurs well for the planned final read through in a couple of weeks' time.  Time is precious. I feel as if I am not doing enough of anything - not enough work, not enough blogging, not enough... Continue Reading →

The Scatterling series – 8, 9 & 10

After an intense week or more of work during which I managed to ignore the deleterious effects of perspiration for much longer than is either desirable or healthy, I decided yesterday that I had to restore the balance between brain and body, so attacked the less romantic aspects of gardening for which there are no... Continue Reading →

The Scatterling series – 6 & 7

Another mini-break in my big editing job. The wave of early evening heat makes me conscious once again that I never made it to the shower today. I arose shortly after sunrise, eager to take advantage of the cool air and quiet. Suddenly, it is almost sunset; another day gone, another schedule rendered fluid by... Continue Reading →

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