Want to see something really scary? My wife, who spends a lot of time watching horror films (for professional reasons as well as fun), was amazed at how well suspense was established and maintained throughout this little delight.
My wife also grumbled about not having access to a space like this for her projects.
†I worked a couple of days at the end of last year that NO ONE ELSE did, so the start of this week redressed that balance. I am now a strong advocate for a 20 hour work week.
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.
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.
I’ve just realized that a couple of my published stories are past their exclusivity dates and in anthologies that are not easily accessed online. Stand by for action on the other site!
Hey, said YouTube to me recently. You want to see someone that fixes old luxury items?
“That’s not me fixing a pen… right?” I became nervous that I was creating content somnambulistically.
Oh, no. You’re nothing like this ambitious.
I mean, I’d like to do that, but the stuff I do that strikes me as fiddly and wee is the upper end of the fiddly-wee spectrum in that video. Also, how the dickens does one remember which bit goes where?
I’m going to have to really scramble to get that story onto my literary front if I’m going to make good on a plan, not previously spoken, to offer it as a Hallowe’en treat on the Friday ahead of The Great Day.
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