Newsletter fifty one
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charlie_cochraneAnything you’ve seen speeding by faster than the speed of light this last fortnight isn’t necessarily from CERN. It could be me. Been a bit of a busy time but there’s light at the end of the tunnel. (She hopes.)
News:
I fulfilled all the limericks/flashfic requests over at Jo Myles’ blog and you can find them linked here.
Dreams of a Hero hull up on the horizon (already on Amazon for pre-order) and will be here by the next time I send a newsletter. Here’s a snippet:
Greece, Dream and Awakening
“It’s beautiful.” Roger Searle peered into the display case, his long, expressive fingers dancing on the glass, obviously itching to break through the protective barrier and touch the golden mask. This would be the high spot of their visit so far. Three hours on a plane, airport transfers, a coach trip and a lot of Shank’s pony had brought them from a cold and wet English spring to within inches of one of the greatest icons of the classical age.
“It’s beautiful, but is it Agamemnon’s?” Miles Storrie admired the stunning face, trying to penetrate the metal and the years, to work out whether this really was an image of the great king. Mycenae had kept her secrets to herself for a long time.
“I don’t know.” Roger peered closer. “I’ve read too many arguments on either side to be convinced one way or the other. I thought if I stood before it I’d be able to tell.”
“And can you?”
“Not a cat in hell’s chance. Not even sure that I care anymore.” Roger stood upright again, nursing a back which had started to twinge on the plane. “Does it matter whether this particular mask has adorned that particular face? It’s magnificent. The historical significance has transcended its particular provenance.”
“That sounds far too clever for me.” Miles fanned himself with his elegant straw hat. It might only be early May, but Greece was a damn sight warmer than Surrey, and a holiday which had started at Gatwick in sweaters and raincoats had ended in shorts and shirts, hastily put on at the hotel within minutes of arrival. Still, it was more pleasant here than it had been in the city, so the exhibit they sought being on temporary loan had worked to their advantage. Staying too long in Athens might just have been a trial too far.
Inspiration:
On a bitterly cold day, the fact that I’ve booked my holiday for August is warming enough. May not be in Provincetown for the carnival this year, but looking forward to the sunshine.
News:
I fulfilled all the limericks/flashfic requests over at Jo Myles’ blog and you can find them linked here.
Dreams of a Hero hull up on the horizon (already on Amazon for pre-order) and will be here by the next time I send a newsletter. Here’s a snippet:
Greece, Dream and Awakening
“It’s beautiful.” Roger Searle peered into the display case, his long, expressive fingers dancing on the glass, obviously itching to break through the protective barrier and touch the golden mask. This would be the high spot of their visit so far. Three hours on a plane, airport transfers, a coach trip and a lot of Shank’s pony had brought them from a cold and wet English spring to within inches of one of the greatest icons of the classical age.
“It’s beautiful, but is it Agamemnon’s?” Miles Storrie admired the stunning face, trying to penetrate the metal and the years, to work out whether this really was an image of the great king. Mycenae had kept her secrets to herself for a long time.
“I don’t know.” Roger peered closer. “I’ve read too many arguments on either side to be convinced one way or the other. I thought if I stood before it I’d be able to tell.”
“And can you?”
“Not a cat in hell’s chance. Not even sure that I care anymore.” Roger stood upright again, nursing a back which had started to twinge on the plane. “Does it matter whether this particular mask has adorned that particular face? It’s magnificent. The historical significance has transcended its particular provenance.”
“That sounds far too clever for me.” Miles fanned himself with his elegant straw hat. It might only be early May, but Greece was a damn sight warmer than Surrey, and a holiday which had started at Gatwick in sweaters and raincoats had ended in shorts and shirts, hastily put on at the hotel within minutes of arrival. Still, it was more pleasant here than it had been in the city, so the exhibit they sought being on temporary loan had worked to their advantage. Staying too long in Athens might just have been a trial too far.
Inspiration:
On a bitterly cold day, the fact that I’ve booked my holiday for August is warming enough. May not be in Provincetown for the carnival this year, but looking forward to the sunshine.
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Date: 2012-02-06 10:01 am (UTC)Would love to meet up, although past experience of trying to arrange these things and juggle family stuff hasn't been that successful. :)