I was writing an email to a place explaining that I am self-employed, and the keyboard misfired and produced, “I am elf-employed”.




This puts a whole new slant on everything I’ve been trying to achieve!  In reality, I’m actually a slave – for that old weirdo in red-and-white.

Well, if you browse my shop you can believe it:

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Or in the more conventional Elven way:


So let me go fairy off and do whatever the elves do.  :-D

Tomorrow, School…

Back into the Matrix, tomorrow.  The brief respite is already over.

But things are going to change.  They are already changing, I can see the seedlings of change pushing their tiny green noses through the soil of everyday.  Not enough yet to flap their leaves and generate wind of change; we’re still at the pampering and nurturing change phase.

I’m still marvelling at just how much damage those burglars wreaked in our lives.  Today, finally, I have my car back, it’s running again.  I’ve been without a car for more than 3 months now.  It’s been difficult.

Time to put my nose down and work, hell-hard, on everything.  I have a few ideas…



…and the third marathon: Lord of the Rings

Samwise the Brave

Sam: The actual hero of the story.

There are a number of good heroes in this story.  Also a number of real idiots.  Pippin tends to mess everything up.  Boromir with his delusion and arrogance.  Denethor, last of the Stewards of Gondor, telling his surviving son to his face he wished he (Faramir) were dead and Boromir survived.  Sending Gondor’s horsemen to their destruction.

What gets me (what also got me about Harry Potter – the later sequels) is how Frodo becomes the perfect tragic hero.  (Harry does too.)  This got me the first time I saw the movies, by which time I’d read the books 5 times, and was never tripped up by Frodo’s tragic nature.  I don’t want to be funny, they go through hell, sure, but all that dead-seriousness is not much fun!

It also struck me this time round how Faramir, who is no less a hero than his brother Boromir (though less arrogant) is portrayed in the movie as a wuss.  A total softy.  In the book he’s brave and decisive, and his decision not to take the ring from Frodo is based in wisdom rather than in lack of character.

On the other hand Eomer really gets his moment in the sun.

Interesting to revisit this movie.  I will have to re-read the book, I’ve nearly forgotten about Fatty Bolger, Fangorn Forest and Tom Bombadil.  The first time I watched The Fellowship of the Ring, I couldn’t understand why they should have left such colourful parts out, until it struck me that Tom Bombadil actually messes up the plot because he’s totally immune to the ring.

The Matrix

We just watched all three sequels of “The Matrix”.

There are certain things that strike one as quaint about the movies. Those “state-of-the-art” computers with the CRT screens. “Brick” cellphones that went out of fashion 10 years back. But regardless, it’s a deep, worrying movie. The solipsistic concept that everything you see and experience is imagined. That creepy idea of the AI machines harvesting humans for their energy. The idea of humans living in a constructed world has been redone a few times, with the Truman Show and a few others.

“There is no spoon.” Still it surprises me that Neo only gets the idea right once that it’s all an illusion, when he fights and kills that Smith program for the first time. I’d have expected him to challenge the Matrix every time he was in it. And what puzzles me too is how they manage to pluck people right from the Matrix.

Equally chilling thought: In the end the Architect promises to free all the humans in the Matrix, out of sheer consequence. But free them to what? A burnt-out, bombed-out desert world with no sky? A life underground in a city of shafts?

I must go to sleep now.

Watch this space – “From my Cold Undead Hand” is heading towards completion at lightning speed.

Very nearly ready with “From My Cold Undead Hand”

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“From my Cold Undead Hand” by Marie Marshall

is a short, fast-paced YA novel.  The story sprang forth from the writer’s (totally not cold or undead) hand as a result of a challenge set to her by yours truly.  We were commenting on the “Twilight” series (who doesn’t) and both of us were convinced each could write something faster, pithier, something with more gusto than the epic teen/vampire romance series.

The result of this challenge is this story.

Better hold on, crawl in under the blankets and put the Kindle light on.  Don’t read it while you’re alone.  The story is set a few decades in the future, with the protagonist a young girl in high school who does martial arts and knows how to “dock” a vampire.   Her feisty warfare is backed by a “cell” of vampire hunters, and opposed by other young people who seem to be more of the “Twilight” persuasion, idolizing the vampires.

But Chevonne Kusnetsov has more than vampires to fight.  Teenage mood swings, uncertainty about friendships and a very remote relationship to her mother give an ominous background to the plot.  Throughout the book she is in fact discovering herself and her own family’s history, as well as having to get behind what the vampires are planning.  They are organized, far too organized to be mere mindless predators…

You readers, safely under your blankets reading with the Kindle light on – be afraid.  Be very afraid.

For those of you who loved the “Everywhen Angels”:  This one is even better, and the best news is that there may be sequels.

Well done, Marie!