Or in this case, Nita’s soundtrack.
I do soundtracks for my books for the same reason I do collages: to look at the story in a different way. I start by making a playlist of any song that seems right–Chesney’s and Imagine Dragons’ “Demons” songs were a no-brainer–and trying to find new things–that would be Lenka’s “Trouble is a Friend” recommended by CateM here–and then putting them in a rough order. Then the soundtrack usually sits for awhile as I write.
(Image/Poster is by James Gulliver Hancock.) Continue reading
Today is Bodypainting Day. And Blueberry Day.
Paint yourself with blueberries. (It’s also Chocolate with Almonds Day, but that’s pretty much every day for me, so I went with fruity druids.)
There’s something that’s been bothering me for years. (I can carry a worry longer than anybody. I am the Olympic gold medalist in worry and guilt carrying.) So I thought I’d throw the question out here and we could talk about it. I don’t need anybody to tell me I was right or wrong, it’s a judgment call. I’m just trying to get some clarity on the issue. Continue reading
Yes, I know down under it’s chilly, but trust me, up here we need fans. Global warming anybody? Good day to stay inside with a good book. Got any recommendations?
Suppose you’re a new constable in the London police force, one Peter Grant, and suppose you’re at the scene of a horrific murder, and suppose you run into the only witness, and suppose that witness is a ghost. Reporting that leads to you becoming attached to the heretofore secret branch of the Met for supernatural crime, manned by one very old inspector named Nightingale (born 1900), who doesn’t look a day over sixty and appears to be getting younger, and moving into the old mansion that houses that supernatural branch where you’re taken care of by a hollow-eyed, black-haired housekeeper named Molly who has too many teeth and a taste for red meat and where you learn that all the waterways of London have their own goddesses, including the dangerous Lady Tyburn and the impudent Beverley Brook. Continue reading
Today is Canada Day.
Canada has maple syrup and Justin Trudeau and many Argh people.
We love you, Canada. You’re so . . . sane.
Also: HAPPY 150th BIRTHDAY! You don’t look a day over 100.