Last week Terry Gilliam (yes, he of Monty Python, Brazil and Time Bandits fame – as if there could be another) visited Edinburgh to unveil a 10-metre long illuminated quotation from Miguel de Cervantes’ Don Quixote. As you do. Continue reading “Words On The Street”
.. to the present day.
Today I present for your consideration another short story from last month. The inspiration came from a bit of graffiti I noticed one day on my walk home from work. I am a fan of graffiti, but I’ve got no idea what the deal is with this particular tag. You see it all the time around Edinburgh, though.
I can see the concentration in his shoulders as he marks the last letter of his tag on the door. He’s using silver marker pen to painstakingly write each letter, S-I-N-E.
In broad daylight. Near a busy train station.
Something tells me he’s not a seasoned pro.
Continue reading “Monday Story: S-I-N-E”
This weekend, I have mostly been playing in the sunshine – as I’m sure you have too if you’ve got any sense. Was this conducive to writing book seven? Of course not. But our flat is one of those Edinburgh specials; ice-on-the-inside-of-the-window-cold during winter and bone-meltingly-sauna-like as soon as there’s a hint of sunshine, so I doubt I’d have done any more if I’d remained indoors. Sweat in places I didn’t know I had, perhaps.
Quite a sad story, I think. Who is Jacki, and who ‘mise’s her? Suggestions welcome.
In other news, I will post some excerpts this week, probably starting on Wednesday. I trust your hooks are suitably tentered.
