Month: November 2022

…to get back online. I mean, I’m on line every day, like almost everyone else on the planet who has a computer or a local library or a school or a friend or a café that has a computer. & indeed I’m very, very grateful that on line exists. Covid, no car* & a manic perpetual motion…

Thank you thank you THANK YOU** to all of you who read or heard SFWA’s mad*** announcement yesterday & expressed some kind of positive spin on ‘oh wow how did that happen? What were they on anyway?’† Extra points to the people who threaded the technological maze & emailed me to say nice things about it. I am not in the least scorning good…

My stepson has been calling me Grand Matriarch.  Works for me.

Okay, this post is not going to be about Genghis’ name.* This is a digression on the clear indisputable fact that technology is possessed by demons.** Also, yes, there is a reason why I’m scrambling*** to get back on line now rather than a week/month/decade† from now & supposing the freaking technology lets me there will be an interesting…

My last dog died two & a half years ago, in the middle of the first, worst covid lockdown over here*.  I nearly went with her out of sheer despair.  I’d only moved up here a little over a year before, I’d moved into this house less than six months before, & the renovations, furthermore,…

It’s teeming down rain here, cats, dogs, budgerigars, moose, tarantulas, snow leopards, naked mole rats, other creatures hitherto unknown to humankind, hammering against the windows & thundering on the roof, & in fact it has been teeming down here for days, in fact days & days, which is very embarrassing because I like to say that northeast Scotland is a well-kept…

 ******** IN MEDIAS RES.  I’m not a linear thinker at the best of times, & just to get going again I’m writing these first posts from where I am now.  I promise to catch you up********