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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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Christmas adverts - the best (part 1)

November 14th, 2019 (07:52 pm)

Our screens are being hit by a plethora of Christmas ads, so I wanted to share what I think are the best from the last few years. This one is from Sainsbury's, 2014. It's beautifully made (take note Mr War Horse Spielberg, what trenches really looked like) and it depicts a real occurrence, attested by a number of eye witnesses. It also inspired my 2017 Rainbow Calendar story, Got Mittens.


Postscript: it was only today I noticed the flock of birds at the end. I'd love them to be wild geese, the wild goose being a Celtic traditional name for the Holy Spirit.

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Remember remember

November 5th, 2019 (08:33 pm)

( You are about to view content that may only be appropriate for adults. )

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The Disappointed reader - an addendum

October 31st, 2019 (07:17 pm)

After I posted my mini rant, I had two people contact me saying they thought they knew which book I was referring to. They both suggested different books and neither was the one which I meant! Seems like it's widespread problem...

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The (very) disappointed reader part two

October 28th, 2019 (08:44 pm)

I've ummed and ahhed about posting this, with my disappointment eventually winning the argument, so here's the tale of my reading another much lauded m/m book, one that had been recommended to me years ago but which was out of print. I was delighted to see it republished earlier this year, so imagine my happy face at having it in my paws. And imagine my sad face at reading the thing.
Trouble is, it's AU fanfiction. Now there's nothing wrong with that per se: I've read a number of good books that started life that way, but they'd all had the fanfic foibles edited out. Unfortunately, this hasn't. So...
The storyline jumps along episodically, with lots of things happening but no cohesive story arc.
There's a bewildering array of characters but little depth of characterisation.
Promising story threads appear but then fizzle out.
The story is strewn with the sort of things I deliberately put into a piece of text to be picked out in an editing exercise for Havant Writers.
The relationship journey between the two m/cs early in the book - from annoying each other to being lovers - is underdeveloped, bordering on, "They get together because I'm shipping them."
I'm guessing that the editing the book has undergone has been overly reverential towards the original text. Maybe this is an iconic work within the fandom with the characters and incidents making sense to fans. I get that, I really do, but if I'm paying £8+ for a paperback I'm expecting a proper book, not a zine from a fandom I've never been part of.
Rant over.

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Rainbow snippet - Second Helpings

October 27th, 2019 (08:21 pm)

Just got back from church so this excerpt from Second Helpings came to mind.

Some accident of the light, illumination from the pub garden streaming through a window and catching Paul’s hair, produced a halo. The effect was frightening. That’s just how Mark had appeared when Stuart had first seen him—in a pub of all places, sitting in a stream of sunlight, motes of dust dancing about his head like pinhead angels. He hadn’t thought of that first meeting in an age, deliberately shutting off those memories of happier times.“I asked whether your dad and my mum were an item once.” Paul gently tapped the table top.“Sorry.” Stuart winced, as though that hand had struck him. “I was miles away. Almost like I saw a ghost.”
Paul studied him for a moment, then looked away. He produced a rueful smile, one which softened the angles of his face. “I thought I’d said something I shouldn’t.”
“No, you’re okay. It’s just...” Stuart pulled his beer towards him then pushed it away again. He wasn’t sure he wanted it any more. “My partner died last year. Sometimes it still feels like yesterday.”
“Oh, God, I’m sorry. I had no idea.” Paul grimaced. He’d grown pale, as pale as some of the victims Stuart had come across at work, deep in shock and wondering why the hell this was happening to them. “Mum didn’t warn me.”

Loads more excerpts linked at the Rainbow Snippets group.

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Memories are made of...

October 26th, 2019 (08:23 pm)

whatever my phone decides, it appears. It told me this morning I had a new 'memory' - I have no idea why. Maybe it's uber clever and knew what I'd be focussed on today because the picture was taken at the fanzone at this year's other World Cup! The other picture it decided was a memory was taken at the fanzone for the rugby in Newcastle. Me and a big green bear.

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Charlie's latest newsletter

October 25th, 2019 (07:38 pm)

We went to Salisbury yesterday to see a great new production of Breaking the Code, with Ed Bennett in the lead role of Alan Turing. He was excellent, as were all the cast – although I’m not sure some of the more elderly members of the audience really knew what they were in for! It’s a play (and a film) well worth catching as it gives a much more accurate and sympathetic portrayal of Turing than that travesty, The Imitation Game. Turing is the inspiration for my free Christmas story this year – not the first time I’ve written about him. He features in The Boy From Kings (along with Jonty and Orlando) which you can find on my free story page.

News

If you fancy a) being in with a chance to win a prize (either print book or a goodie bag – winners’ choice) and/or b) chatting with me, I’ll be taking part in the RGR chat on November 29th, 2pm GMT. There are loads of really cool authors taking part and offering all sorts of prizes – I’m on at the same time as my old mucker JL Merrow so that will be hilarious – but it would be a good idea to register your place in advance.

People often ask me about which of my works are out in audio book. Three of my stories are currently available on audible:
Promises Made Under Fire, Home Fires Burning and – the narration I like best of all of these – Lessons in Love. Will there be more? That's up to my publishers!

Halloween happens next week: the lovely Clare London recently asked me if I had ever written a vampire story and, of course, I hadn’t. I have written three ghost stories, though. There’s Secrets in Undeath and the Detective and Music in the Midst of Desolation in Pack up Your Troubles. However, my favourite is The Shade on a Fine Day from Wild Bells.

Curate William Church may set the hearts of the parish's young ladies aflame, but he doesn't want their affection or presents, no matter how much they want to give them to him. He has his sights set elsewhere, for a love he's not allowed to indulge. One night, eight for dinner at the Canon's table means the potential arrival of a ghost. But what message will the spirit bring and which of the young men around the table is it for?

“You wished to see me?”
Benjamin nodded. “I wanted to enquire whether I had in some way offended you.” He kept his eyes fixed on the graves. A robin sang from the yew hedge, the faint sound of organ music came from the church, and the answer seemed to take forever to come.
“Mr. Swann, if I have in any way given you that impression, then I apologise unreservedly. I’m racking my brains to think of what I could have done…”
“My father’s walking stick. I was in Harmington yesterday, visiting a friend near the almshouses by St. Benedict’s. One of the residents was out in the lane, using that stick. It is quite unmistakable.”
William took a long appraisal of the man beside him. Benjamin had a fine profile, featuring an elegant nose which was clearly a family trait. On his sister it looked too forceful—on him it gave an air of gravitas. “I didn’t realise it was your father’s. If I’d been aware of what it meant I wouldn’t have been so insensitive. I’m sorry if your sister was offended.”
“My sister? I’m not sure she even knows it’s gone.”
“But she gave it to me, last Saturday, or I thought she did.” William ran his hands through his fair hair, leaving a trail of little, green leaf fragments. “I’ve made an awful mistake somewhere, but I can’t work out what.”
“How did this man end up with my father’s cane?” Benjamin turned his gaze on the curate for the first time. His grey eyes were awash with pain, the grief of bereavement remembered combining with a sense of betrayal.
“Come, it’s cold standing here. Let’s walk awhile and I’ll explain.” William indicated the path down to the village green. “Mr. Swann, I’m not sure how it is for you up at the big house, but for a bachelor in holy orders although out of wedlock, life can be difficult. I find myself having continually to walk a thin line. Hardly a day goes by when I don’t receive a basket of cakes, a jar of jam or a scarf. If I kept them all, it would be the height of greed.”
“So you give them away?”
“I do. Every one of them, although I’m not stupid enough to do it in this parish. And I wouldn’t have done it in this instance, had I known.” William cast a sidelong glance at his companion—a slight thawing was evident. “The only thing that stops me becoming obese or overwrapped is the reciprocal arrangement I have Mr. Regan. He’s the curate of St Benedict’s in Harmington.”
“Is he regarded as highly eligible, too?” There was a sudden release of tension, and an unexpected hint of amusement, in Benjamin’s voice.
“Exasperatingly so, at least that’s what he tells me. I think he might have an even harder time of it. There’s a greater concentration of young ladies within the town. This way, our respective parishioners can fill their stomachs, clothe their necks, and be duly grateful to benefactors unknown.”
“You don’t tell them where the gifts come from?”
“Not specifically. The poor of the country are grateful for the generosity of the young ladies of the town and vice versa. No-one is any the wiser.”
“Does the Canon approve? Doesn’t he shudder at his curate flying false colours?”
William took another glance at the man beside him. There’d been a certain inflexion in the last remark he couldn’t quite put his finger on. “It was Canon Newington’s idea in the first place. He doesn’t want any unpleasantness among the ladies of his flock—no favouritism to be shown. That’s why I don’t retain anything I’m sent. That’s why I passed on that excellent cane, much as I would have liked to keep it.”
“You’d mentioned your need of one, just the Sunday before, when my sister and I met you out by the lych gate.”
“I remember.” William smiled. “I’d been admiring your silver topped walking stick.” He stopped, suddenly distressed. “You didn’t think I was hinting, did you? I mean to go up to London and get one of my own in a fortnight. I didn’t want charity.”
“It wasn’t charity. I wanted it to have a good home.”
“I’m sorry, I really did think it came from your sister—I couldn’t have kept it.” William gently touched his companion’s sleeve. “I can’t have favourites among the ladies, you see.”
“Why on earth did you think my sister had sent it?” Benjamin didn’t pull his arm out of the contact.
“Because it arrived with a pot of bramble jelly, borne by your footman, and a note in her hand. It never occurred to me the two items had different provenances.” William took his hand away. “I wish I could get it back. If I had known, I wouldn’t have been so callous.”
“Too late now.” Benjamin clapped William’s back. “Your intentions were honourable, that’s all I needed to be assured of. And my father would have been pleased to see some poor old codger getting the benefit of it, rather than a healthy young man.”
“Then I’m pleased, too. Only, promise me you won’t tell your sister about my ‘arrangement’. If it became common knowledge I’m not sure the scandal could be borne, not in either parish.”


And finally – from just short of a year ago. A welcome visitor to the Cochrane estate! Not welcomed by the local pigeons, though.



Charlie

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Woodhall Spa - part the 3rd

October 21st, 2019 (07:26 pm)

The last day of our epic adventure in the wilds of Lincolnshire saw us having a Mosquito experience at East Kirby airfield - the same place we went a few years back for our Lancaster taxy ride. Didn't get a ride on it this time, but did get to clamber into the incredibly cramped cockpit. I'm only a tiddler but I'd have struggled to get into the pilot's seat so who knows how a six foot + bloke managed.

Other things worth visiting, too, like the lovely little chapel and - of course - my favourite Lancaster. They don't half feed you up, too!

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More pics to follow.

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