D is for Dialogue
Number 4 in The A to Z of the Writer’s Affliction, part of the A to Z blogging challenge. ‘How’s the novel coming on?’ enquired Miranda timidly, staring at her shoes. Whenever she met Arnold… D is for Dialogue
A is for Agent
To kick off my series, the A to Z of the Writer’s Affliction, I’m very pleased to start with the letter A. It could have been Author, Anxiety or Amazon, but no, I’ve gone for… A is for Agent
Discovering the debaa
Rosine and Bacar of the madrassati (debaa group) Toyaria, pose in their salouvas. One thing leads to another… Way back last March, I wrote a post about Mayotte for Clara Wiggins, author of The Expat… Discovering the debaa
Yes, he has a life!
Now, when you imagine me (which of course you often do), you no doubt see me sitting at the computer eight or nine hours a day, taking just the occasional break to eat, stretch or… Yes, he has a life!
An adaptable story
I’ve just more or less closed down my other blog, Journey of a Blogvelist, and invited followers to join me over here. So by way of a welcome gift to those of you kind enough… An adaptable story
G. Rumpy's Travel Tips: Safari
Most disappointing. I undertook a trip to a game reserve with my dear wife, Gladys, in order to see animals. Now, I wouldn’t want anyone to misconceive that we didn’t see any – we did. We… G. Rumpy's Travel Tips: Safari
Bill and Ben, The Sandwich Men
Click on the sandwich board! Eh, Bill, how long have we been standing in that there widget on the side? Dunno, Ben, couple of months maybe? Why? Don’t you reckon it’s enough? What are we… Bill and Ben, The Sandwich Men
Cheese in the Roots
Have you ever read a roman de terroir? Or even better, written one? How do you even translate that? There’s no English equivalent for terroir, which is why you come across so many different translations:… Cheese in the Roots
Now where shall I kill?
15 keys to One Green Bottle. N° 5: The killer’s criteria. The only thing the victims appeared to have in common was that they lived in remote areas. She hadn’t visited Wallenheim, where Roncet lived,… Now where shall I kill?