I’ve been seeing lots of posts about Imbolc/Candlemass saying that it’s celebrating the turn of the year into spring. In this as in most things, I’m slower than everyone else. For me, February is the dark hour before the dawn, the moment when even the memory of light seems furthest away. February is 3am, the…
Coolness! I got my edits today for Shining in the Sun, which has brought it home to me that it’s coming out on the 8th of June, and that’s not really all that far away! The consensus seems to be that I use far too many semicolons and exclamation marks; how can she say that!…
Ailith was home ill yesterday, and Rose was home ill today. You can pretty much bet that whatever it was, I’ll get it tomorrow. Which is frustrating as I now want to write, and I’m at that stage with Under the Hill where I’m well stuck in, but still have a long, long way to…
Oh, run, don’t walk over to this post at the Macaronis blog for some gorgeous hand coloured 18th Century drawings of a variety of Macaronis, young and old, offered for your delectation by Ken Craigside, author of Here, And Always Have Been, a collection of gay historical short stories. They’re just so charming, and it…
From Out in Print Queer Book Review Alex Beecroft, who is at the top of her game as a writer of historical fiction, makes a shrewd tradeoff here. By framing the story as a series of alternating journal entries by the two men, she robs the narrative of any suspense regarding the outcome—obviously these guys…
LOL! I don’t know whether to be flattered or flabberghasted, but my Google Alert this morning turned up a person on a pirate site requesting a download of “Shining in the Sun.” It’s not even due out until the 8th of June! It’s nice to know that the word is out and there are people…
The high street where I live has long had an empty shop on it. It was briefly a printer, and I tried to encourage trade by going in there to have some postcards printed. They said they could do it, no problem, but when I came back at 3pm a couple of days later with…
I’ve been incommunicado the past few days as I spent the weekend at the Whittlesey Straw Bear festival. Last year we went to this as spectators and it was mind and body numbingly cold but just so bizarre and amazing and fun that we determined to learn to morris ourselves. All year long I was…
I have finally forgiven my local bookshop for refusing to put my book on the shelves on the grounds that I wasn’t famous enough. After Amazonfail, I decided that I would swallow my hurt pride and go and buy my books at my local bookshop anyway. But I carried on doing it a bit begrudgingly,…
THE BLURB Charles Latham, wastrel younger son of the Earl of Clitheroe, returns home drunk from the theatre to find his father gruesomely dead. He suspects murder. But when the Latham ghosts turn nasty, and Charles finds himself falling in love with the priest brought in to calm them, he has to unearth the skeleton…
