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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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Anachronisms - a mischievous thought - and a new review for Deadly Code

January 21st, 2019 (03:14 pm)

I made a ranty Facebook post about how I'd become disenchanted with the Father Brown TV series, not least for anachronistic language, and it turned into a thread about other detective series with mistakes. Which reminded me that I've long had the desire to write a story that is full of apparent 'errors', such as: people watching floodlit sport in the 1890's, an oarsman taking part in the boat race with his cap on modern style back-to-front, folk using words like punk or conspiracy theory in the Edwardian era, etc etc (I have a list). Then people would shout at me and I would - tah dah! - produce evidence to show that I'd got everything historically correct. And in re Deadly Code, Padme says: Mystery, romance, friendship, flirting, death, humor -- oh yeah, Miss Cochrane has done her readers proud with this addition to the Cambridge Fellows. Speaking of the author, one of my favorite things about a Charlie Cochrane story is her attention to detail, to the little points that may or may not actually affect the mystery...

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Charlie's latest newsletter

January 18th, 2019 (03:55 pm)

Spring appears to be rearing its very welcome head above the parapet of winter although I fear it may be a touch too early. Those daffodils that have appeared on a verge outside Romsey could well be in for a shock over the next few weeks. (As could the citizens of Hampshire, who get into a flummox over half an inch of the white stuff falling.) News The cover for the next Lindenshaw book, Old Sins, has been revealed at Love Bytes. You can hop over there and enter for a chance of winning the first Book in the Lindenshaw series, The Best Corpse for the Job. Nice cover, isn't it? Talking of Adam and Robin, I’m delighted to see that Two Feet Under, book 3 in the Lindenshaw series, was named one of the reviewer’s top choices of 2018 at The Novel Approach. “There’s a dead body. Of course there is a dead body! But who is she? Aaaand, this is where Charlie Cochrane excels.” Switching series, Lessons in Love and Lessons in Desire are still on offer on kindle. The excerpt today is from Don’t Kiss the Vicar, simply because I’ve just been filling in some interview questions for a guest blog and this story got mentioned. This scene takes place after Dan the vicar and Steve, the parishioner he fancies, have had an argument over a dog bite, of all things. Well, Dan was human. What a surprise. If they’d wanted a saint, they should have said so and he wouldn’t have taken the job. “Forgive us our sins”, right? Not forgive them. And they should be grateful. What was a bit of effing and blinding and losing your rag compared to touching up choirboys in the vestry? Maybe the PCC would have preferred a vicar like that, with a show wife and a holier-than-thou image, preaching hellfire and damnation from the pulpit while he scanned the Sunday school for his next victim. He bustled into the vicarage, thought about writing the sermon, ignored it, thought about the gin bottle, ignored that, thought about ringing Jimmy, damn nearly succumbed to that temptation then remembered he’d already bothered the bloke today and was likely to put him off their lunch date. Instead, he closed his study curtains, sat down, put his head in his hands and sighed. Dear God, it’s me, Dan. Up to my neck in it again. Sorry. Should do better. Can’t help it. He sat in silence, listening to his own breath and the distant cries of children playing. I know I should just grow a pair and get on with life. I know I should turn the other cheek and all the rest of it, but I don’t find it easy anymore. It had been a lot easier when he’d had Jimmy as wingman. In that last parish, he’d got a lot closer to living the life as defined by Christ’s teachings than before or since. I know I shouldn’t ask, but is there any chance of finding me somebody else to keep me on the straight and narrow? I seem to work better when I’m part of a pair. I know there are more important things to get to grips with, like children who’ll go to bed tonight hungry, but... The sudden, insistent ringing of the phone broke his intercessions. Normally Dan would have ignored it if he was at prayer. Using the 1471 service or responding to an answerphone message was always possible so nobody would go completely unanswered, especially if the need was urgent. But this time, with a whispered, “Sorry, got to go”, he reached over and picked up the handset. “Vicarage. Hallo?” “Vicar.” Steve’s well-modulated, surprisingly calm tones came down the line. “Sorry to bother you.” “That’s fine.” Dan waited, not inclined to make this easy in any way. “I wanted to say I’m sorry. For being such a clown about my hand.” “Oh. Right. Yes.” Tongue-getting-tied time again. He hadn’t expected quite such a gracious apology. “You were right. The hand’s a bloody mess.” “You should have it seen to. And tell them if your jabs aren’t up to date.” Tetanus. Dan had seen somebody die of it in his gap year. “Will do, matron.” “Less of your cheek.” Was he being flirted with? No, he couldn’t be that lucky. “Do you need somebody to run you down to casualty?” “It’s not dropping off! I’ve rung the surgery, and they reckon I just need to see the nurse. I can drive down there myself. But thanks for the offer,” Steve added belatedly, although not, it appeared, begrudgingly. “Anyway, if I do die of blood loss en route, at least I’ve squared my conscience beforehand. I was a pillock, and I hope you’ll forgive me.” “You were, and I do.” Dan toyed with offering to cook the bloke dinner, or at least get some fish and chips in, but decided that was a step too far. Steve was volatile and—so the doubting voices in Dan’s head kept hissing—was probably apologising for theological reasons rather than romantic ones. Life didn’t pan out like a gay romance e-book, not least because neither he nor Steve resembled the oiled, chiselled, six-pack bearing guys who always seemed to feature in them. “Hello? Are you still there?” “Sorry.” This habit of day dreaming was getting worse. “The line went a bit odd. I was trying to tell you to let me know if there’s anything I can do.” And finally – memories of last spring! Charlie

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Promises Made under Fire gets a 'best read'

January 16th, 2019 (07:24 pm)

Or to be precise, a best re-read amongst those Padme read in 2018. "Charlie Cochrane has a knack for not only setting the scene when it comes to WW1 era stories but also perfectly blending realism, fiction, not making the story into a school lesson, and doing it all while completely entertaining the reader. " promises_made_under_fire_final foir lj

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Rainbow snippets - Old Sins

January 13th, 2019 (04:01 pm)

Old Sins is out in a month! Here's a smidge: “Mum was asking again,” Robin said when he’d finished the last bit of bacon. Great minds were clearly thinking alike again. “Asking about what?” Robin gently tapped Adam’s arm with the back of his hand. “Don’t pretend you don’t know. Have we set a date? Will she need her passport? Should she buy a winter hat or a spring one?” “What did you tell her?” “That what with the demands of school life and the unpredictable villains of Abbotston, it wasn’t easy to fix a weekend.” All of which was true, but wouldn’t have mollified Mrs. Bright one bit. “And what did she say in response?” Robin shrugged. “That she understood the predicament we were in, which I suspect was a lie because she then pointed out that other policemen and teachers manage to tie the knot.” That was also true, although their case was complicated by having feet in both camps. The real reason they were making no progress was the simple, prosaic one that they were struggling to sort out what type of do they wanted and who they’d invite. They’d both have preferred something small, discreet, classy, and a guest list limited to their mothers, an aunt or two, and Campbell. But was that going to cause ructions among family and friends? Should they invite their cousins, and how could they not include some of their friends and colleagues? And if they invited only one or two each, whose nose would be put out of joint that they’d not been included? More excerpts at the Rainbow Snippets group.

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Some special offers

January 12th, 2019 (03:13 pm)

Lessons in Love is on offer on Kindle at present as is Lessons in Desire - and Promises Made Under Fire is always a bargain!

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Year starts well part 2!

January 10th, 2019 (12:05 pm)

Lessons in Chasing the Wild Goose got a mention in part 2 of Padme's list of books of the year. "This duo is so dynamic and fun to read that I will always 1-click this series." Also, my other pair of detecting lads are also talking to me. Tricky to choose an excerpt that doesn't give away a spoiler or two for Old Sins, but here goes... “What’s up?” Adam said, as Robin re-entered the lounge. “You look like you’ve lost a tenner and found five pence.” “Not quite. Not an ideal situation, though.” “That’s what Brits say when it’s the end of the world.” Robin grinned. “It’s not as bad as that. I have to go off on secondment, as of tomorrow. Hopefully it’ll be a short one, but you can’t tell with murder. Or with peritonitis.” Adam made the that’s gone right over my head gesture. “I’m sure that’s supposed to make sense but you’ve lost me. Secondment to where?” “Hartswood. It’s a town between Oxford and Birmingham, east of the M40. There was a murder there a week ago. Don’t know if you saw the story—bloke found dead in the loos at a rugby club.” “I was a bit pre-occupied last week, but yes, I did see the story on the BBC site. Why can’t the local police handle it? Test Valley or East Midlands or whoever covers the area?” “Bit of a long story. Can I go and change my shirt from where I was gardening and I’ll tell you over dinner?” “Might be an idea. You’re just a touch fragrant.”

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Old Sins available for pre-order

January 8th, 2019 (07:57 pm)

Fancy another Lindenshaw mystery? Adam, Robin and the star of the show - Campbell the dog - are back for another adventure in Old Sins which you can pre-order right now. Cover reveal coming soon, but here's a snippet:

“Are you awake?” a bleary voice sounded at Adam’s side.
“No. I’m fast asleep.”
“Pillock.” Robin turned, laying his right arm over Adam’s stomach. “Am I dreaming it or did you volunteer to cook breakfast today?”
“Yes. It’s my turn.” Which was why Adam had been lying in bed thinking, putting off the inevitable. “Although I can’t do so unless you let go of me.”
“Shame.” Robin kissed Adam’s shoulder. “I need to clone you so you can be cooking breakfast and romping about here with me at the same time.”
“If I were a woman, I’d accuse you of being a sexist pig. As it is, I’ll call you a lazy sod.” Adam threw off Robin’s arm, rolled him over, and slapped his backside. “Don’t lie here too long or I’ll give all your bacon to Campbell.”
“I’d fight him for it.”
They both got out of bed, Adam heading to the bathroom for a quick relieving visit before his partner got in there. On a work day, Robin showered and shaved speedily, but on occasions like this when he had the opportunity to take his leisure, he enjoyed lingering over his ablutions. And why not? He worked hard, so he should have the chance to enjoy life’s simple pleasures. As long as he didn’t linger too much and risk being presented with an incinerated sausage.
When Adam got down to the kitchen, Campbell greeted him with a rub against his legs, followed by a dash for the kitchen door. Lie-ins were great for the workers in the household, but not helpful for canine bladders. Opening that door took precedence over everything else first thing in the morning. Once that was done, Adam could get the kettle on, fish out the bacon—always best done while Campbell was otherwise occupied—put on some music, and potter about the kitchen content in the knowledge that the two creatures he loved best were happy. And long might that state of affairs continue.

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Year starts off well

January 8th, 2019 (03:47 pm)

 

Always nice to make someone's 'Best of 2018' list, in this case Padme's Library, for Two Feet Under. Aklso good when two old pals start yakking at me again:

Jonty Stewart woke to find the morning sun streaming through a gap in the curtains yet the bed beside him empty of the usual occupant. It wasn’t unusual for Orlando Coppersmith to make the most of what promised to be a lovely day, taking himself downstairs in his dressing gown to sit with a coffee in his study and ponder over some abstruse sum or other. One full of squiggles and symbols, with many a neat crossing out and not a few arrows linking one bit of working to another. Jonty had seen such things in their gestational form and while Orlando’s hand was tidy and his neat to present things well applied even to rough drafts, the average set of equations resembled a trail some small sea creature might have left on the ocean bed.
Jonty leaped out of bed, stretched, twitched the curtains back to admire the blue sky, put on his own dressing gown and pottered down the stairs. Orlando was indeed in his study, although evidence of sums there was none. Instead, the man concerned was sitting is his chair, coffee untouched by the look of it, and brows knotted.
“Good morning Orlando. Lovely to see you.”
Orlando leaped in his seat, almost knocking over his cup. “Must you sneak up on people?”
“I did knock, albeit softly. You resemble some civil war era painting, entitled, When did you last see someone so consternated?
“I’ll consternate you.” Orlando picked up his cup, sipped from it, made a face, then pushed it away. “Nothing so vile as cold coffee.”
“Yes, there is. Cold tea. And you keeping secrets from me.”

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