And whose bright idea was it to put a pay and display sign just where it would ruin every photo? I’m always impressed by institutions that date back before the Brits even reached Australia…especially if they are just pubs!! The … Continue reading
Glenda Larke
Probably a dangerous thing to do, given the uncertainties of life. Still, here’s what is sort of mapped out at this stage: January to end May: working on the tourism project, which will probably mean one more trip to Danum, … Continue reading
The year has ended badly, with the flu, and there were some troubles along the way…but mostly it was a good year. JANUARY Trip to Queensland for the Aurelius awards. Didn’t win, but it was a great trip. Love meeting … Continue reading
Half frozen lochs… Bleak and beautiful… Icy waterfalls for miles along the roadside… Wonderful muted winter colours… Husband – of course – took pix of lichens! … Continue reading
I think the photos speak for themselves… … Continue reading
Christmas presents added to my to-be-read pile… What’s been added to your TBR pile? And have you read any of them yet?? … Continue reading
BEFORE CHRISTMAS DINNER That wooden box-like thing in the corner? It’s a priest confessional. And that second box-like thing projecting into the room? Another priest confessional I had been in the room half an hour before I realised it contained … Continue reading
We are safely in Glasgow. Flight on time. Minus 7 degrees C when we landed, though, which is a bit of a shock to the system to Malaysian creatures! And it looks a lot like a winter wonderland…trees all white. … Continue reading
When I was at Worldcon, on one of the panels, I asked two questions of the audience. The first was this: do you like cliff hangers at the end of a book of a trilogy, enticing you to buy the … Continue reading
These sobering figures from Pub Rants, the blog of an agent, Kristen Nelson, from Denver, U.S. – the stats are for 2010. 9 new clients taken on in 2010 (for two agents) 36,000 number of queries read and responded to … Continue reading