Alphabet Month - I

"I" will lift up mine eyes unto the hills,
from whence cometh my strength.


(disclaimer: this is not a religious message. I just like hills.)

Alphabet Month - H

"H" is to have and to hold.

Alphabet Month - G

"G" is for the Great North Wood,
which is still here if you look hard enough.

Alphabet Month - F

"F" is for the Facts,
which sometimes aren't.

Alphabet Month - E

"E"rrrrr......


(to err is human)

Alphabet Month - D

"D" is for the diverse delirium of Doubt, from doubt-full (doomed to dyspeptic dithering) to doubt-less (distinctly damnably dictatorial).

Alphabet Month - C

"C" what I did with B, there? I'll stop it. Promise. For now.

C is for the not-quite-circular cycles of chance and change
Also for chocolate, which is much more important.

Come up and C me sometime (that wasn't me - it's a quote...)

Alphabet Month - B

"B" gentle, reader, it's my first time.

In other B's:

'He believes in beauty, he's Venus as a boy' Bjork

'If the apocalypse comes - beep me' Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Alphabet Month

26 days left of February? Must be Alphabet Month. Please do join in with your own suggestions in the comments. I'll try to do this every day unless I really can't get to the internet, in which case there may be the odd two-letter day:


"A" is for anthropology,
The study of the human, being.

Snow snow snow snow snow

So, this work thing really takes it out of a girl. But thanks to the snow, I have a longer weekend in which to reflect on the positive aspects of my career. There is undeniably a satisfying sense of competence about work which can be all too elusive in the writing. I don't particularly enjoy being sent to Glasgow at short notice, or having to stay late to finish things, but it does make one feel wanted. My colleagues are (for the most part) as lovely as I remember. Also, lets be honest, it is very nice to see my bank balance halt its relentless downward slide. I have celebrated solvency with a self-gift of a beautiful silver pen - by way of reminder not to stop writing. So far, so good - still making reasonable progress on the corrections to novel no.1 and finished another short story the other day, although I have decided to let various competition deadlines slide without my input.

Snow = being at home, ought to = productivity, but snow engenders that 'being off school' feeling which prevents any substantial activity. So I went to the park and took pictures of the happy sledging people, and felt good about it.