Ban an appai, the name of this boat, means something like “witchy woman,” as far as I can tell. This was taken down somewhere in County Cork in the general area of where my friend Kate’s grandmother is buried (give or take ten square miles) She might remember more specifically where it is, but it’s a beautiful little town on an inlet, one of several we visited that day. I could very happily spend weeks, months, indeed, probably years, riding my bike around this country and finding places like this…
Author: mizkit
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Thanks to my mother’s good graces, I’m starting to get some traction on SHAMAN RISES. And let me just make this Note To Self here and now: Dear Self: Next time you write a 9 book series with plans to have EVERYBODY RETURN in the last book, don’t make it a first person POV series. Mmkay? Love, Me. Seriously. 9 chapters in and I still have 3 characters to get on screen. Jo’s thought of something clever and I have to make it all go horribly wrong. Momentum is beginning…
Kitsnaps: Bantry Bay Rainbow
Bantry is, in road miles, not all that far from Cork city. Eighty miles, or something. They are, however, eighty miles on bitty wee twisty tiny roads intended for horses and paved over when cars became prevailant, so it’s a much longer drive than one might necessarily expect. It ought to be taken on a bicycle, which would not feel like it was going to fall off the side of the road at any given moment. On the other hand, it did afford views like these. And actually, the southwest…
Elfquest: The Final Quest
Page, um. 24. I’m a little behind. * Page One Page Two Page Three Page Four Page Five Page Six Page 7 (this is where I left off) Page 8 Page 9 Page 10 Page 11 Page 12 Page 13 Page 14 Page 15 (The best bit about this page is Wendy posted the profiles frame on FB and someone commented how Cutter’s nose had lost its snub, and (more tragically) Skywise’s had lost its arch. And when she posted the final version, their noses had been restored to their…
Kitsnaps: Baby Bongo
This baby bongo was born last year at Dublin Zoo. I remember the first time I saw the male bongo, whose antlers (horns?) are quite magnificent. He was curled against one of the fences, his head lowered so his mouth was near the ground, and when I looked at him through my camera viewfinder, I saw a classic African carving. It was an absolutely visceral visual, completely startling to me, and quite wonderful, as I’d never experienced anything like that before. Sadly, that picture didn’t turn out nearly as successfully…