The dawning realisation that Nanowrimo is about to start

Today I’ve played the harmonica.   I’ve annoyed the cat. I’ve drunk copious amounts of coffee. I’ve cleaned the kitchen. I’ve put the bins out. I’ve even watched an episode of the Apprentice. And now I can’t ignore the fact that Nanowrimo starts tomorrow. Or at midnight tonight if we’re being precise. And this year I’m going to attempt to join in. Which means, all being well, that November is going to be taken up with a WHOLE LOT OF WORD SPLURGING. And by WHOLE LOT OF WORDS I’m talking about 50,000 in one month. And not just any month,…

Long live the beards

So it was my birthday this week. I know, I kept that one quiet – announced with the hushed reverence that goes hand in hand with the celebration of another day more mouldy, another day more rickety. But on the plus side, it involved CAKE, some more CAKE, and BOOKS. Which is always a good thing, especially in that combination. It also involved a checked shirt, to support my aspirations of becoming a rocking-chair-on-the-veranda dwelling harmonica player. Just need the beard now, which was not forthcoming with the birthday post. So: Cake – check. (Chocolate cake, chocolate icing, the sort…

What’s that bleedin’ racket?

Erm… Sorry… That’s me… Me and my harmonica… AKA Tam is making a noise that sounds something like what happens when a crow takes up the bagpipes and starts a punk rock band with a group of asthmatic cats. Well, maybe not quite that good. And if you ask the Beast, then definitely not that good. As soon as I pick up my trusty harmonica she dives across the room in the general direction of my face, claws outstretched and digging into any available flesh that comes to hand. I’m not sure that she’s a fan. But I’m goddamn giving…