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Dreamwidth and Wordpress and just making my life simpler

[sticky post] January 5th, 2017 (12:36 pm)

2017 will see me - hopefully - completing what I started in 2016, which is simplifying my online presence. My website address now relocates to my Wordpress site, where I also have an active blog, so the next step is to co-ordinate this blog and my dreamwidth one. Like many folk, I'll be heading to dreamwidth for my main blog, although I'll keep my mylodon presence for all things fandom.

Come and link up at Dreamwidth/Wordpress!

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The definitive (at present!) chronological list of Jonty and Orlando stories

May 4th, 2020 (11:58 am)

Early twentieth century:

Lessons in Love November 1905 Re-issue coming soon!

Lessons in Desire August 1906 Re-issue coming soon!

Lessons in Discovery  November 1906 Re-issue coming soon!

Lessons in Power Spring 1907 Re-issue coming soon!

Lessons in Temptation July 1907 Re-issue coming soon!

Lessons in Temptation missing scene July 1907

What the Mathematician said to the Statue Summer 1907

Lessons in Seduction September 1907 Re-issue coming soon!

What the Mathematician said to the Engineer November 1907

My true love sent to me December 1907

My True Love sent to me postscript

Lessons in Trust Summer 1908 Re-issue coming soon!

Resolution January 1909

Lessons for Suspicious Minds Summer 1909.

On the occasion of their anniversary November 1909

Wetting the baby's head missing scene, November 1909

Bloody Mathematicians Spring 1910

Lessons for Idle Tongues Summer 1910

May our days be merry and bright Winter 1910

A fit employment for a gentleman Summer 1912 (crossover 'fanfic')

Once we won matches Aug 1912

Ring in the New December 1913

Game of Chance 1916

All Lessons Learned Spring 1919 Re-issue coming soon!

Lessons for Survivors, Autumn 1919

Lessons for Sleeping Dogs 1921

The Boy from Kings 1932

A random collection of silly things:

The Inadvertent Adventures of Johnny Stewart, Jonty's great-nephew.

Orlando's opinion on Matthew Bourne's Swan Lake.

Pride, Prejudice and all the rest.

Drabbles 1 Edwardian

Drabbles 2 Edwardian

Splitting Infinitives Edwardian, crossover 'fanfic'

Ten plus five plus eight = twenty three Edwardian crossover 'fanfic'

Love Letters, 1911 to 2011

Lessons in Disco 2010

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A ficlet for Talk Like a Pirate Day

September 19th, 2017 (11:12 am)

I've trotted this one out before and make no apologies for airing it again.

Cambridge, 1908

“Oh aar.”

“Say it again.”

“Oh aaah.”

“That’s a bit better. Once more.”

“Oh aaarrr.”

“We’ve regressed. Really, that sounds like some yokel in a bad production of Thomas Hardy.” Jonty Stewart threw his hands up in despair.

Orlando Coppersmith scowled. “I don’t care. I’m a mathematician, not a pirate.”

“That’s beside the point. The Master of St. Bride’s wants you to be one. And not just you, remember, everyone in the college.” Jonty rubbed his lover’s shoulder; the man had to be coaxed through this somehow.

“Can’t I just give him a donation for Great Ormond Street Hospital and forgo the fancy dress ball?”

“You could, but that would be cowardly.” Jonty shook his head. “Everyone’s so excited about it. I’ve seen Dr. Panesar out on Old Court lawn, cutting a caper with what appears to be a genuine cutlass. He’ll probably have someone’s ear off, which will enliven proceedings no end.”

Orlando snorted. “You’ll be dressed up to the nines, of course?”

“Can you doubt it? I’ve so many ruffles on my costume I’ll look like an ice cream.”

Orlando snorted again, but only because the thought of Jonty in that outfit was another of the reasons he didn’t want to attend the party. Not in tight breeches, anyway. His thoughts would be worn all over his placket.

“Anyway, nobody will take much notice of you, Dread Pirate Cantankerous. They’ll all be too busy staring at the Master’s sister.” Jonty grinned. “She’s going all operatic and playing this as a breeches role.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“She’s dressing as a man—breeches, jacket, boots, the lot.”

“Heavens preserve us.” Orlando looked paler still. “Don’t tell me the college nurse is going to do the same?”

Jonty snorted. “They’d never find a jacket big enough. No, she’s coming as a saucy wench, which is why Dr. Panesar’s practicing his swordplay. So he can defend her honour.” He left out any snide comments about her not being likely to defend it for herself.

“If I have to dress and speak like a pirate, I won’t have to actually act like one, will I? No pillaging and the like?”

“Absolutely not. No such hooligan behaviour will be tolerated.” Jonty crossed his heart. “Not in St Bride’s hall, anyway. Afterwards, back in the less distinguished environs of our home, I’d have said the claiming of pirate privileges would be practically de rigeur.”

“I like the sound of pirate privileges. Will they involve any naval type exercises?”

“What, the old ‘run out and fire’ job?” Jonty grinned. “Perhaps. Only you won’t find out unless you behave and come to the ball.”

“If we get to play exercising the great guns, I’ll be the best pirate ever.” Orlando stood up and saluted, which was hardly pirate-like but at least showed spirit.

“Come on then, Black Coppersmith, scourge of the seven seas and the Cam, we need to size you up for your costume.” Jonty smirked. “I’ll warm my hands.”

“Why?”

“I get to measure your inside leg…”

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Rainbow snippet - Awfully Glad

September 17th, 2017 (04:49 pm)

Bold Strokes have got lots of books on offer this weekend, including Awfully Glad. Here's a bit from this post WWI story about a talented concert party performer returning to civilian life. Plenty more excerpts of great stuff at the Rainbow Snippets group.

Sam couldn’t resist unfolding the note; he’d had these sorts of things before and they were always good for a laugh. The invitations would range from the innocent to the knowingly experienced, although nobody ever suggested something entirely obscene—Miss Madeleine gave an air of always being above such things. This would probably be the usual Might I buy you a drink? I know this little estaminet…

It wasn’t.

“I’m awfully glad you’re not a girl. J.”

Sam read it again, not trusting the evidence of his eyes, but they’d been right the first time. J? Which of the officers had that been? Jimmy, Jeffrey, Jonathan…Sam had forgotten their names already, even if he’d been told them.

But when had the note been written? After he’d taken his wig off and burst the little lieutenant’s bubble, he supposed, although if he had no memory of the thing being lodged in its hiding place, he equally had no recollection of somebody scribbling the thing—there’d been very little time for it, anyway. And how much more courage would it have taken to do such a thing in plain sight?

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Customer appreciation weekend at BSB

September 16th, 2017 (01:15 pm)

And everything is 15% off! So if you fancy a cut price Don't Kiss the Vicar or Awfully Glad  why not pop across?

Here's a bit of Don't Kiss the Vicar to entice you...

Dan took his time getting ready, feeling a guilty pleasure at their discomfort.
“We’ll look a load of Larrys down here in the pews” boomed a deep, attractive voice. “I’m going up into the choir. Come and join me.”
“What if the vicar doesn’t want us there?” Sylvia Day, as usual, sounded worried. The whole Day family wore a constant air of troubles bravely borne, although Dan had never got to the bottom of what the troubles actually were. He’d come to the conclusion there weren’t any, and they were the sort of people who just enjoyed being miserable.
“If Dan doesn’t like us in the choir, then he’ll have to lump it. The silly sod should have given us some instructions.”
Steve Dexter.
What the fairy cakes was he doing here, midweek, alternating between charming and outraging the parish matrons? Wouldn’t the world of conveyancing come shuddering to a halt if he wasn’t in the office closing contracts and overcharging his clients? More to the point, how was Dan going to concentrate with him in the choir stalls? Sunday morning he’d normally got time and space to prepare himself.
“Steven! Language.” Margaret was evidently outraged, although Dan was sure he’d heard old Harry Woodeson sniggering. He may have been church warden, but the old man knew a lot worse words than “sod” and often used them while he was tending the parish’s war graves, especially if he dropped a spade on his foot.
“Sorry, Mrs. Fowler,” Steve said, in a voice which was anything but contrite. “Come on, you sit next to me.”
Dan took a deep breath and a final glance in the mirror.

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Newsletter 183

September 15th, 2017 (08:02 pm)

It was an exciting time hard on the heels of the last newsletter going out – our first ever double header at Twickenham. Now, before anyone with a smutty mind starts reading double meanings into that, it was simply two rugby matches in succession and wonderful they both were. Saracens won the first, London Irish the second, and a good time was had by all three Cochranes who attended.

News

“Shell Shocked”, my humorous – and whimsically peculiar – shifter story, is now available for everyone to read on my free stories page. I’ve re-organised that part of the site so it’s easier to find the stories by type. Free stories are always given as an exclusive to newsletter members first!

I’ll be taking part in the International Thriller Writers roundtable discussion that runs September 25th to October 1st: Comedy and Humor in the thriller genre: Is it difficult to write comedy or humor into thriller novels? Is it necessary, desired, or just a tool to release the tension in some needed spots? The roundtable discussions are usually very interesting and informative.

I’ve been busy doing my blog posts for the Count the Shells blog tour next month. I’ll be offering a bag of British themed goodies as the tour prize and am happy to post that to anywhere in the known universe. I’ve also been getting into gear with UK Meet stuff, preparatory to tickets going on sale in October (that’s going to be a busy month!) If you’re interested in attending UK Meet 2018, which is 8th-9th September in the lovely city of Bristol, make sure you sign up for the event newsletter at any page of our website.

And now for one of those really annoying “I have news although I can’t tell you much” type announcements. I’ve got a re-release date for Lessons in Love (the first book in the Cambridge Fellows series) and it’ll be this year, but I’m bound to keep things quiet for just a wee while longer. As they say, “Bear with, bear with!”

And finally, a reminder of summer and the lovely - very inspirational - island of Jersey. There are thousands of years of archaeology in that there picture.

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Inspiration, please?

September 12th, 2017 (01:46 pm)

Am putting together blog posts for the Count the Shells tour next month and could do with a couple more ideas to base a post on. All contributions gratefully received!

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World War 1 commemoration - When the Whistle Blew

September 11th, 2017 (11:20 am)
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There was an excellent documentary on BBC 4 last week (thanks Jay Lewis Taylor for the heads up because I'd missed it). When the Whistle Blew, which was beautifully presented by world cup winner Josh Lewsey, explores rugby and football in WWI and the different reactions of the two codes to the outbreak of war. It's still available on the iplayer.

This was part of a series, World War I at home, which I need to work through!

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Rainbow snippet - Horns and Haloes

September 10th, 2017 (07:43 pm)

I happen to be doing some school governor stuff so decided to post a bit of Horns and Haloes, which shows what might just happen - if you're very lucky - when you go on a training course.

“So just work with the person next to you.”
The tutor’s words brought Jamie back to the present with a bump. Work with the person next to you to do what?
“I hope you know the answers because I’m stuck.” The bloke next to Jamie—Alex, according to the hand written sticker on his shirt—grinned and brandished a worksheet.
“I do, but only because I’ve done this bit before, on another course.” Jamie returned the smile.
“You write the answers in, and I’ll read them and try to look intelligent.” Alex’s eyes twinkled.
Why weren’t there any blokes like this on the Cattlebridge Primary Governing Body, with brown eyes lively enough to make the interminable meetings worth sitting through?
“Deal. They’ll give us an answer sheet later, anyway.” Jamie scribbled down some key words, just so it wasn’t obvious that his mind wasn’t on the questions.
“I don’t think they’ll let me have one, punishment for sneaking in late.” Alex smiled again.
Jamie filled in some more answers, trying hard not to write “Do not flirt” on the page.

Lots more excerpts at the Rainbow Snippets group.

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"Oh dear, what can the matter be?

September 8th, 2017 (08:01 pm)

Charlie C got locked in the lavatory..."

Well, the old song came true today when the door handle mechanism on our downstairs loo decided that 110+ years of service was quite enough and disintegrated internally.
Me: Um, can anyone out there open the door?
Them:*jangle rattle etc* No.
Me: Try taking the door handle off.
Much screwdriving on both sides of door (luckily there is a gap under which an implement could be passed to me) later...
Me: Can you jiggle the parts?
Them: No, it's broken.
Me (hopefully): Shall I force the door?
Them: No, we'll chisel out the latch.
And they did.

We managed to laugh about it, because in the greater scheme of things it was no great shakes and thank God it didn't happen when I was all alone in the house, but it's not an experience I'd like to repeat.

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