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Here’s a glimpse of a poster I’ve made to advertise the ‘Hume and the Enlightenment’ conference Flinders is hosting next year — I’ve put it up here because I just want to squeeze Hume’s gorgeously rotund face. Look at that chin! Those plump lips! Love them.

I want one!

It’s a MINI PIG! Forget cats or dogs. This is the pet for me!

Mixed bag

What a couple of days it has been!So, on Saturday evening we went to dinner at a friend’s place (which was lovely) and then everyone decided that they wanted to go dancing. I thought, ‘Sure. I’m down with dancing till the wee hours of the morning. Bring it on…’ And so we did just that. A…… Continue reading Mixed bag

Sat’dy Rant

How can you possibly become a writer if you don’t read?!?! The thought of people writing as if they live in a vacuum where no other writers exist (or could possibly have similar interests) just blows my freakin’ mind. Sure, you might be worried that your stuff will become derivative if you read other people’s…… Continue reading Sat’dy Rant

Clockwork Phoenix

I just sent my story off to Clockwork Phoenix 2… She’s out in the big wide world all on her own now! :-)*crossing fingers…*

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The book launch was lovely, and the food was plentiful (*delicious* goat’s cheese tarts with pesto, mini quiche tarts (that were so buttery, but soooo good), asparagus spear finger sandwiches, and cheese! Glorious cheese…) So the glass of bubbly went down a treat, and despite the heels I decided to wear, there were no stumbles…… Continue reading Untitled

Chop!

‘Singing Breath’ is now 834 words lighter, largely thanks to tallaudrey’s excellent critique (thank you!) I got all inspired working on it last night, and couldn’t stop until it was all tweaked. Then I was all wound up so I ended up reading until 2am. I feel a bit fuzzy-headed this morning, but I’ve just…… Continue reading Chop!

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It’s stuff like this that makes reading Old Norse literature so freakin’ fantastic:"Hákon jarl ruled twenty winters after the death of Haraldr gráfeldr at Háls in Limafjörðr. He ruled imperiously, and, as time passed, grew more and more unpopular, particularly because—and this led to his death—he considered all women whom he desired equally available to…… Continue reading Untitled

So hard to concentrate…

My clock committed suicide last night. I think I was freaking it out by staring at it so frequently, and so at some point between 3 and 5am it decided to remove itself from this life. So I’ve had a rotten sleep and am now down one clock.And I’m supposed to be reading Ágrip af…… Continue reading So hard to concentrate…