Friday 18th saw me cruising along the shroppie - the Shropshire Union Canal, if you like - departing from The Cheshire Cat, in Christleton, and sailing to the Crow's Nest winding point at Tattenhall. We sailed by lovely countryside, past masses of moored narrowboats and cruisers, and the kind of houses that you'd need to be made of stone not to feel envious of. Everyone enjoyed the day, and even though rain was constant this did not dampen our spirits as we watched cows peering at us through hedges, saw various waterfowl swimming around, and peeped into mysterious-looking copses of mossy old trees. The next day, I felt tired out. How can looking out of windows be so tiring? Answers below, please. Other news: While waiting for a few weeks to tick by before starting on the editing/rewriting process for The Sorcerer, (my 5th Artisan-Sorcerer novel), I've been compiling a collection of short stories that relate in some way to this series. Many of these stories have been publ...
The creator of this lovely illustration is unknown, unfortunately, otherwise I'd be the first to credit their work to them. My husband's a huge Dr Who fan, and has been since he was a boy. His favourite doctors were acted by Tom Baker and Patrick Troughton, though he's enjoyed watching them all. Anyway, I thought I'd share this dalek illustration, which reminds me of how much hate is circulating through the world right now. Blind hate, offering no honest solutions to anything. Telling willfully ignorant people what they want to hear in order to bolster their delusions. Rather then deal with their own self-hatred, they look for external scapegoats. Rather than acknowledge that a few billionaires hold so much power, they blame the vulnerable for their vulnerability, the poor for their poverty, the ignorant for their ignorance - all the while being breathtakingly, willfully ignorant themselves. At least old Dr Who always tried to negotiate a resolution to conflict.