I’ve given myself license to lounge, writing-wise, until the new year when I shall spring into action like a crowd of Harryhausen skeletons. Dealing with the still-air temperatures this week is enough creativity.
A title with a double meaning. Over on my other front, I’m sharing “Wilden Klausen” which is about seasonal traditions and their underpinnings.
Here, I’m sharing what is a bit of a trans-Canadian tradition. One of the few things that is shared by all parts of Canada is CBC Radio service. Not everyone listens to it, but it’s there. Those of us who do listen to it have a yuletide tradition– listening to the sonorous Alan Maitland reading Frederick Forsyth’s attempt at the traditional English seasonal ghost story.
I’m taking next week off, so I may not look in here on Christmas Eve. In anticipation of that, I’ll wish you one and all a comfortable Christmas, Xmas, Yuletide &ct. (but not Festivus– take your pole elsewhere!) with people that bring you joy and without people that bring you COVID.
Before I start, let me touch on something I forgot to mention yesterday, because my life is as dizzily blurry as the scenery of a Tilt-A-Whirl rider. Last Monday, I put another of my no-longer-protected published stories out when you, your best chum, and Avery T. D. Harrie can see it. “Without Fear, Favor or Affection” is a historical epic (in as much as epic can be applied to something shy of 5000 words and containing a mere handful of named characters) which first appears in Creatures in Canada, and continues to do so.
For today’s film, somethings that’s not seasonal as such, but… well, it’s some favourite fountain pens.
To my mind, the M600 is a better point of comparison to the 140, as it doesn’t have a heavy brass mechanism and is just that much smaller. Watching this does make me wish I could lay my hands on a fine or medium for my 140… which is not to say I’d give up the oblique bold it’s currently fitted with, because that’s fun.
If anyone out there is shouting “What the hell are you thinking?!” they may rest assured that I can’t hear them over the screeching of my own internal critics. Updates as they develop… which given the careful approach to this unknown country I’m adopting, will probably not begin until Mid-January.
† It’s my birthday and I’ll use the same pen as the previous day if I want to. ‡ I have never taken my birthday off prior to this year. I recommend it, to be honest, if it doesn’t make life too miserable for co-workers. There is, however, still a price to be paid… ³ Never be The Indispensable Man. I’m not, really, anymore but I’m still not easily replaced despite writing and polishing instruction manuals for the past couple of years. ¤ The Skrip is NOS, just opened on the day of pen-filling, but isn’t quite contemporary to the pen; it’s got the red label from the last days of the dip-well bottles. The Quink, on the other hand, is possibly slightly older than the pen but definitely from the same rough era of manufacturing and also unopened until I got my mitts on it. I don’t know how this happens.