That is terrible. Well played, sir.
That is terrible. Well played, sir.
Hold the line!
Two feckless feline furballs - one white, one ginger - lying on a blue carpet in the sun doing absolutely sod all.
My two assistants, Luka and Pumpkin, without whom I would literally get so much more done.
Cover of the French edition of 'The Strandling.' A sinister, wolf-like creature prowls a desolate shoreline below frowning cliffs. The image is surrounded by a border of thorns and bare tree branches, wuth runes and skulls at the corners.
Now with alt-text, just to see what happens.
It's publication day for the French translation of 'The Strandling', from the lovely people at Maison Pop.
www.editions-maisonpop.com/livres/stran...
Honestly, you spend perfectly good money on a personal trainer and all he does is sit staring out of the window, watching the construction workers over the road. Is a little professionalism too much to ask?
Fat, white and angry.
My own heavily annotated teaching copy of Wuthering Heights.
It's okay to write in your books - they love the attention.
Snap! (Okay, this one's '54 so just a youngster in comparison).
Same here. I was chuffed enough to see my first book on the shelves of Waterstones on Bromsgrove High Street, back in the day when we actually had one. Everything else since then is a bonus.
Ooh, PLR payment. Pizza night it is. Small pizza, few toppings.
That is genuinely impressive.
WHAT IS IT
In my previous incarnation as an English teacher I used to love reading this book with my Year 7 classes at this time of year.
"The great grey beast February had eaten Harvey Swick alive. Here he was, buried in the belly of that smothering month, wondering if he would ever find his way out through the cold coils that lay between here and Easter."
Barker nails it.
One of my favourite misspent teen guilty pleasure 80s horror flicks.
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Sorry I'm late for work. The motorway was rammed.
Pure poetry, man.
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. There's lovely for you.
The thing with ambush predators is that they could be hiding literally anywhere and you just. Wouldn't. Know.
Chaos is calling. Paul Finch's Terror Tales of Chaos. Is it essential reading? Find out. #Horror #Books
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This evening we are learning all about stoats and ermines. #winterwatch
Neither interesting nor news.
A ginger cat peers in through the kitchen window at my dad making a chicken pie. The cat has a bandage around one paw because he is a scam artist and a fraud.
Steve has very strong opinions on the subject of closed kitchen windows.
That and knitted dildo covers.
Top Travel Tip: a lot of people forget that an important part of your travel preparations involves spring-cleaning the entire house on the morning of your flight, apparently.
I know what you mean. The novella I published recently started out as a full 90k novel, but the only way it was going to see the light of day was at half the length. It was brutal.
Hounds of Tindalos pre-suppose Puppies of Tindalos.