Oh the joy of the literary festival. Frankly I avoid them like the plague. They tend to involve patrons who should know better demanding that ‘their’ poet entertain their friends in a wet tent. Not only that but everybody is so cold and damp that they stare blankly at you, clasping their wine glass to … More The festival
Normally it’s Shena that gets me caught up in other peoples’ problems. Or, to be more precise, it’s her friends who bring me trouble. In this case however, I lay the entire blame at Mutt’s door. Thinking about it, Mutt’s door is actually ours, so I suspect I’ll get the blame anyway. Still, I was … More A fine vintage
Have you noticed how the easy way to drive some people into a frenzy of indignation is to just sit quietly and relax? It is as if quiet enjoyment is some sort of depraved abomination and anybody indulging in it must be driven back to the paths of righteousness as rapidly as possible. Thus and … More And sometimes I get a chance to just sit!
I realise that in the past I may have been a little scathing about musicians. Indeed I might even have hinted that you can spend more time keeping them sober than it’s worth. To be fair I’ve worked with more than my fair share of musicians whose sole aim appeared to be to debauch the … More Keeping it understated.
I have mentioned previously that our niece, Grisla, lived with us for a number of years. Her mother, Shalla, is Shena’s younger sister and in my humble opinion has the ability to fall pregnant should her husband comment favourably about her cooking. Shena and I paid for Grisla to attend Dame Ralash’s school for ‘young … More Tales better not told.
It is all too easy for an honest man to get into trouble, in spite of his best endeavours. Indeed I have noticed that merely trying to make your way through life quietly and without fuss seems guaranteed to drive Fate into a frenzy, causing it to do everything it can to make your … More Merely selling flowers
You know how it is when friends and fellow professionals get together over a few glasses of wine and start discussing our work. Not the everyday toil of keeping patrons happy and ensuring that you’ve always got some casually extemporised verse ready prepared; but the deeper matters of what is written and how genres merge … More Grim and Dark
Callin Dorg was an unlikely rebel. He was, in effect, that happy creature, the financially secure poet. A fortunate inheritance left him the proud owner of a rather pleasant house in the Merchant quarter. The financial acumen of three generations of his forebears had ensured he was supported by sound investments, and the restraint of … More The unexpected revolt of Callin Dorg.
And the final installment of our hero’s travels (or should that be travails?) Because of one thing and another, it took me longer to get back to Port Naain than I originally envisaged. You know what it’s like; you bump into old friends you haven’t seen for absolutely ages. You decide that you’ll … More Theatrically Matrimonial
Originally posted on bridgesburning:
HEAR YE! HEAR YE! Did I not promise you of great things to come? I told you that I would be part of a team that would present fiction in a new way. I am installment eight. You know that little kid near the end of the line, costume on and…