Deb, she's only lived there for a couple of years, although her partner has lived there longer. She was in school in Cheshire (Chester) before that, and I think her folks now live in Kent.

When I saw Susan's response, it dawned on me you were probably asking for reasons other than chit chat. In anticipation, I've sent her an email, saying I had a writer friend asking questions, and asked her if you could either send questions through me, or contact her directly. When I hear from her, I will let you know.

I'm sending Ruth some brainwaves, as I type. If she has an anxiety attack, then I sent the wrong ones, and I hope you'll apologize for me. ;)

Heh. Knowing my editor? She's about as unsusceptible to anxiety attacks at her age as is humanly possible.

Cool. If they wouldn't actually make her anxious, maybe I can intentionally send one her way then, just to get her moving.

The psychic equivalent of poking my editor in the arse with a salad fork?

I like it.

So, on the theory that my editor will at some point make some sort of offer for at least the next book, I actually went and wrote 2500 or so words.

Getting into a groove again. It feels good.

This is a home drabble only by the skin of its teeth. Amazing that it's 100, cause I could write a million without blinking.

Binary Star

Once I loved a man. His strength was shelter from cold, evil hunters in the dark. He was my godsend, my angel made flesh. Loving him was muscle memory, built down deep in the soul. I was his, against better judgment, against all odds, against even the truth. But fate is blind, and the prayers of the faithful are not always rewarded. My home was not destroyed in a fiery flash. It collapsed silently, disintegrating, leaving only the shell of truth. I am now and forever half of a binary pair, circling counterpoint with the ghost of my shining star.

Yep. Been writing continuously on damned near the same theme for awhile now...

Very nicely done indeed.

Very belated, but congrats, Betsy, on the LJ story contest win! I heard about it cause another friend of mine (skogkatt) placed as well.

A sort of last word on the subject of Home: I didn't write this. I believe Stevie Winwood did. But it certainly sums it up, for me:

Come down off your throne and leave your body alone
somebody must change
You are the reason I've been waiting so long
somebody holds the key
Well, I'm near the end and I just ain't got the time
And I'm wasted
and I can't find my way home

Come down on your own and leave your body alone
somebody must change
You are the reason I've been waiting all these years
somebody holds the key
Well, I'm near the end and I just ain't got the time
And I'm wasted

and I can't find my way

home.

OK, MEEEEEEEEEEEEP.

We went to see the core of the original Pentangle tonight, the we being me and Nic and Matt and beth b. And I spent the break between sets backstage being introduced to John Renbourne and reintroduced to Jacqui McShee, and they have Famous Flower of Serving Men, and the ended the show with "Cruel Sister", and Jacqui gave me her address for the rest of the books, and

MEEEEEEEP!

Susan, you would have died over the music; they did "The Plains of Waterloo", and remember the conversation about traditional songs dealing with women who go into drag as sailors to find their sweeties, and I referenced two song: "The Lowlands of Holland" (by Fotheringay) and "I Am A Maid That's Deep In Love" (by Pentangle)? Jacqui did it tonight!

Meepmeepmeep. I am of the happy.