Writing at one’s pleasure. Anyway, that’s a rough translation of the Latin there. I make no claims to Latin scholarship, but I’d looked up the phrase after seeing it in a paper (rats were given food and water ad libitum) and it struck me that it’s a bit how I used to write. Used to.... Continue Reading →
Oops. It's the fifth Friday of the month and that means all the Mad Ones are sleeping in. Well, not all of us since I happen to be up to write this. But it means there's no regularly scheduled post. What to do? What to do? Let's see. There are a couple of stories over... Continue Reading →
A while back, I read a fascinating piece of non-fiction - Howard Bloom's The Global Brain. Actually pretty much anything of Bloom's is worth reading, although it can be slow going at times. The man has a way of drawing from multiple fields of science to produce interesting hypotheses, some of which ring awfully true. The one... Continue Reading →
Sorry I'm so late with this. I'm on prednisone (not for the first time, but it's stronger this time) which means I have to watch every word because they twist around in unpredictable ways. For instance elsewhere instead of unscented deodorizer, I found myself typing deodorized unscenter. It kind of works, but dear lord. You... Continue Reading →
(This is a blast from the past. Even though I first wrote the post six years ago, much of it still resonates today. I’ll be back later today with a new post.)
by Amanda S. Green
I’ll start with the admission that I’m late getting my post up this morning. Put it down to a serious case of dead brain syndrome. You know, that fuzzy, muddled state of mind that sometimes comes after you finish one project and know you have to move on to another but find it hard to focus. For me, that project was a short story that refused to be short. In fact, it fought me all the way and finally came in at something around 28,000 words. Add to that the fact I overslept this morning and am still trying to get enough coffee in me to concentrate and, well, you get the idea.
So, knowing I really didn’t have much to say this morning, I was going to put up an open floor notice. Then I started going through my email. You guessed it. I found…
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Some sausage is made with –as Sir Terry Pratchett put it ‘named meat’. Um. I’d take that with a pinch of salt. And ketchup or the sauce-of-disguise of your choice. Like meat pies (especially the infamous floater (as in surrounded by pea-gravy) either eaten with gusto (another kind of sauce) at 2 AM… or approached... Continue Reading →
We all want to hear good news. We stay alert for bad news and pass it on all the time, because we're not the top of the food chain, and we know it - and avoiding the bad things with skill and alacrity is how our ancestors survived to have us. The news loves to... Continue Reading →
The Mad Ones have run away. The floor is yours. Just make sure there aren't too many large holes in it when we get back later today. Tell us what you want us to blog about. Tell us about the books you're reading right now. Tell us silly stories or post cat pictures. Until later!
Recently my old acquaintance Tenebra came to visit. I came across her sitting by the fish pond. “How come you always show up when I’m three-quarters done with a first draft?” “It’s the perfect time to visit you,” she said. “If you listen to me, not only will you stop writing this book, but you’ll... Continue Reading →