Sunday, June 28, 2015
Wordpress is not crossposting again. Sorry.
On Monday I had a molar pulled. It had cracked up the centre and I was in agony.
I thought, why not exploit the situation and see where my muse wanders? (An uncommon experience for this teetotaller.)
I had organised a notebook to record any anaesthetic-induced inspirations my muse may wish to impart during the hazy twenty-four hours that would follow. Maybe I would get lucky and find a gem that could be mined?
The muddle was melting. The pain lingered. I grabbed my notebook, eager to dig into its treasure trove of ideas. I sat down to the keyboard and opened my notebook.
Sunday, June 21, 2015
Please accept my apology for the lack of a post today. I am currently on serious painkillers and waiting for an emergency tooth extraction tomorrow morning. I will be
off my face, um… under the influence of anaesthetic tomorrow (and then more major painkillers for a few days after that). I am forbidden to ‘make important decisions or sign legal documents’.
I am hoping to be a repsonsible adult again by the middle of the week.
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
Life is like a collection of mugs – eclectic, surprising, sometimes baffling but always full of memories. This was re-enforced last week; we had to evacuate the entire contents of the corner cupboard so the plumber could fix a leaking pipe.
Oh dear, so many mugs! (Outnumbering the glasses, after years of natural attrition.) I discovered mugs I had forgotten about, some having hidden in the depths for over twenty years.
There was the Hongcon mug – printed to celebrate a fan SF con run by friends, right here in Adelaide, in 1992. The GOH (Guest of Honour) was Neil Gaiman who taught us there is more than one shade of black.
There were two commemorative mugs, listing all the children at our daughter’s kindergarten, several promtional mugs from the various places I have worked as an optometrist. (One of which is perfect for making a chocolate ‘mug’ cake – so it was a keeper.)
Then came the novelty mugs: Aggro, Keep Calm and Have a Cupcake, an Eeyore mug and a ceramic beer stein. Fannish mugs include: Lord of the Rings, Doctor Who, Star Wars, Despicable Me, Adventure Time, Big Bang Theory, more Doctor Who (about four in all) and a TARDIS mug (one of my favourites).
I can choose a different mug to suit any given mood. There are Christmas mugs, mugs that came with Easter eggs, some sporting a moustache, some found at garage sales or given as gifts. Some are favourites. Some are faded and ratty but soldier on.
I realised how many memories these cheap (and no so cheap) drinking vessels contain – memories of a dear friend lost many years ago, times spent gaming til dawn and significant life events. Some mugs are inspirational or are just so darned cute.
Each little crack in the ceramic adds character. The faded decals bear witness to years of use. Those with broken handles have been re-purposed as mini-plant pots for my succulents – because I can’t bear to part with them.
Why don’t you take a minute to open your kitchen cupboards, reach into the very back of the cupboard and check out your own collection. Rekindle some lost memories.
Life is Like a Collection of Mugs.
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Wow. Things are happening.
A big thank you to readers who have contacted me to let me know my books have been spotted at Steampunk Fanatic.
Journal #1: Doctor Jack and Other Tales (paperback) is now available at Barnes and Noble
The Adventures of Viola Stewart now at B&N and Kobo.
Sunday, June 14, 2015
So many facts in those two sentences, yet it does not do the man justice.
He was intelligent: He studied the classics and was a multilinguist, speaking English, Italian, French, Spanish and German, and proficient in Swedish, Russian and Greek.
He was athletic: a champion fencer.
He was artistic: He wrote an autobiography, starred in 250 films and recorded heavy metal music.
He was mysterious and courageous: He worked for RAF Intelligence, with the SAS. His work is still classified.
He was a family man – married to his wife, Birgit, for over fifty years and father to their daughter, Christina.
He was known to many fandoms, starring in horror films, Shakespeare, James Bond, Star Wars and Lord of the Rings.
He was also a fan, with exceptional fan-cred: He read Lord of the Rings every year and met JRR Tolkien!
In short, he was a legend.
Sir Christopher, you inspire me to follow my dreams, utilise my skills and explore possibilities. If I can achieve but only a fraction of your accomplishments, I will be content.
Vale Sir Christopher Lee. You lived the life we can only dream of. Well done, sir. Rest well. You will be missed.
A Moment to Reflect
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
On Monday I posted the link to my new YouTube video. If I had waited just a couple of days, I could have posted it as my regular post today but I couldn't wait to share. At midnight yesterday I realised what day it was (Tuesday, not Monday - public holidays always put me out of whack); I had no post written for Wednesday. I started writing. It was glorious. Words flowed from my fingers onto the keyboard...
All was lost to the aether. Forever.
It is a new day. Sleep has not returned the lost words to my memory. I pull out my Department of Curiosities first draft and scan the handwritten chapters in the latest notebook. There is work to do - transcribing, rewriting and those few final chapters to write.