MIA

I haven’t been blogging recently, mostly because I’ve been dealing with some minor medical issues, one of which involved a trip to the day surgery. Trips to day surgery as an author are great for gathering information. If you ask politely, they’ll quite happily explain what all the equipment in the room is. A trip to the ophthalmologist’s last year gave me the chance to inspect (though definitely not touch) a laser welder for the most delicate eye surgery. The world is an amazing place!

However, I’m back on deck, and writing again now. My publisher and I have been discussing potential cover art, hopefully more news on that in the next couple of weeks.

Almost out of Flu City …

Flu City, with it’s towering office blocks of fevers, and maze-like road system of aches and pains is a pretty lousy place to visit, I seriously don’t recommend the experience. But I’m just cruising through the city limits now, dreary suburbs of lingering coughing fits and headaches. Ahead I can see the open road, so I’ve got the manuscript open, coffee to hand, and music … hmmm, Ah yes, some Ramones, I think. First decent writing day, here I come 🙂

of soap root, mould and waffle irons …

This is a post about cleaning, therefore I am listening to Robert Palmer’s Housework in honour of the post. So much has happened to my hero in a fairly short space of time, so much of the minutiae of life in the underground cities has had to be glossed over. Things like soap. We know they have showers, and wash dishes, but how do they make soap? Ok, so maybe only I notice that my characters haven’t checked out how soap is made on this alien planet – but I have just written a scene where Daniel helps to harvest soaproot, so I thought I’d write today’s post about the art of being clean when living in an alien underground city.

Given the last few hours spent on cleaning products, it amused me no end to sign in, and discover a heap of spam comments about how to get rid of mould from clothing, and how to find a vast range of waffle irons … and the best way to clean them. And in the background Mr Palmer sang:

“Time for just one more cup of coffee
You know the housework won’t wait.”

archaeology

I love reading the finds of experimental archaeologists, trying to cook, craft and create in the ways people did in pre-history brings them more into our picture of things. So I especially loved this report about recreating what was thought to be part of a Bronze Age spear piece, and discovering it’s actually the mouthpiece to an ancient musical instrument