Unable or unwilling to get a real Christmas tree this year? Here’s yet another blog post on how to make one out of books. Continue reading “How To Make a Book Christmas Tree (blogmas day twelvety)”
Let’s not bother with any pre-amble – as part of blogmas, please find below a list of the five best Christmas films. This is the definitive list, all other lists are obsolete. Continue reading “The best Christmas films (#blogmas)”
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Do you have a writer in your life? With just a week to go til the big C, are you struggling to think of a Christmas present to get them? Well struggle no more, I have made the gift guide you’ve been waiting for. You’re welcome. Continue reading “Five gift ideas for the writer in your life (a #blogmas post)”
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My recent trip to Manchester wasn’t purely dedicated to Christmas markets – we also went to the museum (where we met a dinosaur called Stan with the voice of Mark Radcliffe), and this sweet gothic library. Continue reading “Kittens in the Library (#blogmas day 8)”
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Over the weekend I braved Storm Desmond to catch up with friends and family in Manchester and Leeds, which meant that I immediately stopped doing blogmas in favour of visiting 9 million Christmas markets and eating my body weight in cheese. But I did take some pictures of said markets. So here they are. Continue reading “Manchester Markets (#blogmas day 7 in theory)”
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In the waning days of NaNoWriMo, when I should have been playing catchup like there was no tomorrow, I was of course procrastinating on Twitter. Continue reading “What is #blogmas and why should I care?”
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Happy holidays, everyone! I wrote you another story with the help of the Benedict Cumberbatch name generator. Hope you enjoy it.
Once Upon A Time there was a lad of eight years who went by the name of Bonaparte Cuckooclock.
He lived in a hollowed out tree in an enchanted forest, but he didn’t see anything unusual in that for it was the only life he had ever known – and a very fine life it was too, dining on cherry blossom and morning dew and never having to go to school.
Note to any younger readers: do not try to subsist on a diet of cherry blossom and morning dew. You’ll make yourself spectacularly unwell – Bonaparte was a character in a story, and as such his digestive tract was subject to the whims of the author. You are, one assumes, a human child and as such you need to eat heartier foodstuffs like jam sandwiches and pickled eggs and all those other lovely things children like to eat. Feel free to leave a list in the comments.
Continue reading “Merry Christmas, Bonaparte Cuckooclock”
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I was going through half finished word documents from last year (there are a fair few with beginnings of characters and ideas started then abandoned) and found this. It’s a poem I wrote for my brother in December which I considered making into a picture book before I got into the falcon idea. Maybe I’ll get it done this year, though. In fact, maybe I’ll do a collection of story-poems based on Edinburgh streets and illustrate the whole thing… if you think that idea has legs, please leave a comment!
The background to this one is that my brother and I were crossing Great King Street in Edinburgh and both slipped on a wee patch of black ice. However, the temperature was a balmy 6 or 7 degrees and there was no ice or snow or anything anywhere else – so naturally we got suspicious. Why was that bit icy, when everywhere else was fine? Clearly the answer was magic.
Continue reading “Great King Street”
