She dreams she is a boat
afloat on a people sea,
rocked by the waves of eternity.
Weather forecast uncertain.


Here’s Wikipedia’s useful intro to the numinous. It’s about the confronting, fascinating encounter with otherness. Sounds like urban fantasy, hmm? A world linked to, but beyond, everyday human experience.

This is fun

I’ve allowed myself a whole day to set up this blog. It’s exciting, and a gold plated excuse to wriggle out of the word count I should be doing on my urban fantasy novel. Of course, at the back of my mind I’m still musing on ways to make life difficult for its heroine. Poor Lyn. I keep adding in problems–portal travel, portal ownership, a wereleopard, hostile family, a serial killer. It’s a wonder she has time to breathe.

I’m trying to work out how my posts will group. Probably reviews (which are both an indulgence because I love reading and a way of learning the craft of writing), about the novel (because it is uppermost in my mind and maybe talking about it will help resolve some plot tangles), musings (about life, society, religion), poetry (so it doesn’t all lurk unseen in my red spiralbound notebook) and interesting things other people say.

Maybe I should have called this site a scrapbook?

Forgotten Authors

Any favourite authors who are out of print?

Anne Hepple. I adore her book, “The Mettlesome Piece”, a mid-Twentieth Century Scottish romance. A wounded hero and heroine and how they heal and find each other. As with all Hepple’s books, other plot strands wind through the romance. Sweet, but not cloying.

Emma Lathen is just about my favourite mystery writer–all right, excepting Allingham, Christie, Maron, Stabenow, Crispin, and a huge list. Still I regret that the John Putnam Thatcher and Ben Safford books are out of print.

I’m similarly pleased to have acquired and hung onto the now out of print Karen Rose Cercone trio of Steel Ashes, Coal Bones, etc. And I adore Charlotte McLeod/Ailsa Craig. I have a weakness for cosy mysteries.

One Sentence

Have you ever noticed how one sentence can change a novel? Maybe I exaggerate, a couple of sentences. Ilona Andrews’ “Magic Bites” is my most recent example. I was finding her heroine, Kate Daniels, tough going and then I read:

“The bravado is amusing, but it becomes tiresome.”
I sighed. “I’m a merc. I walk like a merc, I talk like a merc, I act like a merc.”
“So you admit to being a walking stereotype?”
“It’s safer that way,” I said honestly.

Bingo. Kate became a full fledged character, and more than that, I was intrigued, hooked. Now, I own all Andrews’ books and have pre-ordered the next Kate Daniels, “Magic Bleeds”.