The Blarney Castle grounds go on forever, and here and there you find unexpected bits of the past cropping up. This is one of them, a secluded, lovely cabin down by a stream and near to the lily pad lake. I could live there, given half a chance.
holy mother of mercy.
We have done so much work. And there is so very, very much more to do. However, at this stage, we’ve both collapsed into the couch and there’s not much chance we’re getting up again until bedtime (except actually we need to go make up the bed so that at bedtime we can just drop into it). This morning a nice man came and put a new carpet down in Young Indiana’s room. That took him about 35 minutes. Not very long after, two more nice men came and put…
Year of Miracles update
Okay, so for a very long time, YEAR OF MIRACLES, which is the collected stories of the Old Races that I wrote a couple-three-four years ago now, has been sort of malingering because I couldn’t figure out what to do with it. My publisher didn’t want it, and for various reasons other people don’t either. Now, here’s what happened: when I did the ORRSP, I told those patrons who supported both it and the YoM crowdfund that if and when a publisher picked up the book for publication, I would…
Kitsnaps: Cork
This is almost the first thing you see upon leaving the train station in Cork. Usually it’s not quite that foreboding. :)
perpetual moving
We are in a state of perpetual moving. This is not unlike a state of perpetual motion, except it’s also not like it. By last night, we both had a thousand mile stare and were beginning to just shove random shit into boxes. Somehow, despite doing this fifty billion times, there kept being more stuff. The house looked like a pack of 3 year olds had run through strewing junk everywhere. There was little room to manuever around the boxes. Today, two nice men came and took all the packed…