Short story the first. On Sunday I went to St Andrews to convene with my family on the grounds that birthdays were had by my dad and my brother and it was a good middle ground on which to meet. After lunch we went for a drink at the Whey Pat, whereon I was entranced by the mad design skills of the Real Ale Society (there’s a university society for everything you can imagine at St Andrews because it’s not the most happening of places, so one’s own entertainment must be made). This story was inspired by their poster. Oh, and the word ‘nephrop’ means lobster in Latin.
September zipped by pretty quick, didn’t it? That must mean my ninth book is finished.
Well, finished is a strong word to use. I’ve certainly stopped writing it for the time being. I ended up with a word count of 21, 203 which is OK I guess, although a lot of the content was pretty un-good. I’m not saying that to be modest, by the way, I am saying it because it’s true – there’s some real nonsense in there. It didn’t help that I only really came up with a story that might work last Wednesday, with two days to go. Perhaps there is something to be said for forward planning after all…
Anyway, let us draw a gauzy curtain over that because now it is October which can only mean one thing – horror. How could I choose any other genre for the month of Samhuinn?
Not so very long ago I brought a thing to your attention, namely the intentions of writer, scientician and internet user The Rogue Verbumancer to begin a monthly writing challenge via his blog. Every month he will post a picture, and every month The People of The Internet are invited to do a piece of writing around it, 1000 words or so in length. My one for September will follow momentarily; but you should read the other entries too. Only today Lord Verbumancer has linked to them all on his page.
Also before I post this, a disclaimer: I am so out of practice with short stories after all the novelling I’ve sort of forgotten how to do them – they generally read like a chapter from a book now. I don’t think this one does, but I’ve been wrong before. Captain Tact is the only other human to read it so far, and he pronounced it ‘weird’. I’m not sure whether that is good, bad or indifferent. If anyone has any further feedback, you know where the comments box is.
Anyway, here is my take on Grenade in the Rain. Continue reading “Glempy’s Pictonaut Challenge: Grenade in the Rain”
For those who never read any of the Sweet Valley books, here is an overview: gorgeous identical twin sisters grow up in California. They may look the same but by jimminy their personalities couldn’t be more different. Elizabeth, four minutes older, is serious and sensible and wants to be a writer. The younger, Jessica, is the more shallow, cheerleadery type who is forever stealing her sister’s stuff (clothes, boys, etc).
I have been trying to pinpoint exactly when I read them, and I think I’ve narrowed it down to about Primary 5 for the Sweet Valley Twins and Primary 6 for Sweet Valley High – so around the age of 9 or 10. I used to take them out of the library and I think I read most of the things, although I never owned one. Till now! Well, till July, when my mum got me a copy of Ten Years On: Sweet Valley Confidential for my birthday – a look at where the twins are a decade after the high school series ends. Even though there were all kinds of books about what happened after that, including Sweet Valley University and a series where Elizabeth goes to live in England for a while. I think they jumped the shark with SVU – I don’t remember reading many of those ones.
Anyway, “Haven’t you ever wondered what happened when Elizabeth and Jessica grew up?” the tagline asks.
I won’t lie, it hasn’t kept me up at night. Continue reading “Sweet Valley Confidential Review”


