"A library book, I imagine, is a happy book."

Ah, how wonderful a little free time is for a mind that tends to wander.
Today I made my personal library just that little more library-like with this rather nifty insert.
A little rubber stampwork up at the top and the rest of the text made by my lovely typewriter. (Still one of the greatest gifts I have ever received.) By the by, watch out for the logo up at the top. It's set to pop up quite a bit in the near future.



Now, for a bit more fun, I will send a prize to anyone who can tell me what the name of the book currently modelling my library insert is. And that's a promise!
(of course, i've got rid of the title, but the clue is in the blurb text.)


p.s. - The quote in the title is by the extremely talented Cornelia Funke.

They came through the storm...

More Flash(y) Fiction: A story about the ocean

Here's another little story for your viewing pleasure.
When typing it, it came out structured very much like a poem. Maybe it is a poem. Maybe not.
I'm not quite sure. If you know any more than I do, please share. Answers on a postcard and all that. (Is that an outdated pop culture reference now?)

This one is about every tiny coastal hamlet you've ever been to. They exist so far from the cities that they manage to keep their myths and legends. Fairies and sprites still exist and they're not the kindly, gossamer clad helpers from the cartoons. They're dark creatures with their own agendas and desires.



It also exists over here if that's easier for you to handle.

The flashiest of the fiction

A lot of my writing is too short to put forward for anything other than it's own collection of tiny writing. Given that, I still love it all dearly (well most of it, there's always the few that turn rogue) and so, in the spirit of sharing, I will post up the miscellaneous tendrils of my writing here. It's like the creative jetsam from the sailboat of my novelist's journey.

This first one's an oldie but a goodie. And yes, it's written on a typewriter. The machine in question was a gift from someone very special to me. Since I got it I've been having a whale of a time takking* away at the keys. So you can be sure that plenty of stuff that pops up here will have been written on that.

*((takking: to takk; takk takk takk: the sound of me bashing away at the keys of an Olivetti typewriter.. Alternatively: takka takka takk))