Speaking of blogs, I've now signed up for the blog hop in July for Independence Day as the Easter one was so successful. So keep an eye out for details to come for yet another prize-giving extravaganza to keep you in a sunny mood over the summer, ho ho.
I'm also really excited to be a part of the upcoming GLBTQ 2012 Meet in Brighton, and you can now find a fabulous list of participants here (including myself - *cough*) and that's only the first third. Can't wait to finally be in the same event as so many other GLBTQ fiction writers and readers - it's going to be wonderful.
And for this week only you can find my gay thriller The Bones of Summer has a 20% discount directly from Dreamspinner Press, so don't miss out on that one!
This week's meditation poems are:
Meditation 637
Truth is never expected
and rarely welcome.
It is the fiercest ray
of sunshine dividing
the dark we cling to,
dispelling the comfort of night:
the heat of the day’s desire,
an almost unbearable light.
Meditation 638
Prayer’s steadiness
in our drifting
is like
the strongest rope:
it is simpler
than we imagine
and surer
than we hope.
Meditation 639
Joy’s too precious
to shut down
your week-long party
when it’s going so well
so why not
make it a fortnight
and damn the work
and its sorrows to hell.
Life News:
This week, I've been busy in the garden, and have managed to plant tiger lilies, phlox, cosmos, osteospermum and a chrysanthemum that's really on its last legs, just in case it might somehow survive. In fact it was so on its last legs that I initially thought it was a geranium but my lovely husband soon put me right, bless him. I do not pretend to be a proper gardener indeed. Anyway, I've labelled up almost everything so we know what it is (except the husband - I recognise him without help, you know ...) - although I've made a bargain with the chrysanthemum that I'll only label it if it survives. So it's a battle of wills from now on in ...
Today, I was lulled into a false sense of security by a sunny spell and put the washing out to dry, hurrah. Alas, an hour later I was cosily sitting inside watching the hail and thunderstorm that has suddenly burst upon us and feeling smug - when I remembered the washing. Whoops. But hey, at least there's no need to attempt the ironing tonight.
Speaking of weather disasters (well, sort of), hush my mouth, but I'm really really bored with the Titanic right now. Yes, I know it's an historical event of great importance and we must commemorate it as such, but do we have to with such obsessive glee? After all, one wouldn't wish to make so much of a to-do about 9/11, and it does smack of Victorian freak show voyeurism that we have to watch so many people die horribly over and over again, and then talk about it ad infinitum afterwards as well. Sigh. The absolute last straw has been the recent advert for an interactive child's toy of the Titanic. Where I assume they can make it sink as much as they wish until there is nobody left at all. My husband did wonder if it came complete with a recording of the screams and sobs of the drowning, but the advert didn't specify. Thank goodness, eh. Really, I despair ...
Anne Brooke
Gay Reads UK
The Gathandrian Fantasy Trilogy
Biblical Fiction UK
2 comments:
Thank you Anne! Peter and I have been saying all week that we are totally 'titanic'd out' - talk about over coverage!
Peter summed it brilliantly on Twitter when in response to the local weather man (Simon Parkin) being sent to the site of Titanic iceberg (at great expense no doubt)when Simon wrote 'I'm here to tell the other end of the Titanic story' Peter wrote 'what from the point of view of the Iceberg?'
Needless to say with Parkin didn't respond!
Ha! Glad it's not just us! LOVE Peter's comment - fabulous!! I think the iceberg definitely needs to be heard at last! It was misunderstood, you know ...
:))
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