Cailean Darkwater is dead
I know that seems to be quite dramatic, but I guess it’s true.
I’m retiring my Cailean Darkwater persona. I think I’ve been using it before as a mask for myself and it’s become less and less necessary. I feel that my pseudonym is holding me back; I’m sure a fair few publishers have looked at the name and sneered and my work has been trashed before it’s even been read. I personally like the n…
Love & Hate
I had a little epiphany today. It was at the post office – it was possibly triggered by the song playing on my borrowed “I can’t believe it’s not an ipod” mp3 player.
It sounds like a Star Wars quote, which I suppose, is not exactly a bad thing. Hate leads to the dark side. I guess, it’s so much easier to hate. Hating is often blaming others for our lack of success. Hating is the result of t…
Noodles for One
It’s a warm afternoon – but it’s pleasant within the restaurant. Open air, but somehow the heat requires invitation to enter by the establishment, which said establishment is loathe to give to this eager summer plebe. That sort of place. Mostly empty at this time of day, too late for lunch, too early for dinner. There are only a few patrons at this high-class domain – a few bored socialites and…
Dead Man's Jacket
I came home this morning wearing a dead man’s jacket.
Can’t get over how strange it feels, to wear the garments of the deceased. I didn’t know the guy. I know of him, but I never met him. But there’s an echo of him somehow in his jacket.
I stayed over with a friend last night. We had a seven hour conversation about everything and nothing and watched a bit of DVD. Nothing special. She got …