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The 777 Challenge (or Wheelbarrows and Heroines)

I have been very kindly unofficially tagged for the 777 Challenge by proverbs31teen. Thank you, and I accept! The 777 challenge requires you go to Page 7 of your work-in-progress, scroll down to Line 7 and share the next 7 lines in a blog post. Once you have done this, you can tag 7 other… Continue reading The 777 Challenge (or Wheelbarrows and Heroines)

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He is swearing an oath to be warm

April's Chatterbox is here once more and the topic is Resurrection (in this case - a resurrection of hope and of fear. A big thank you for Rachel for hosting again). This month I have chosen to write of The Many Trials of a Blacksmith and the character of one Gufflocks Thomas, former advisor to… Continue reading He is swearing an oath to be warm

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Of smiles, winking water, flesh-eating sows and branded memories

Another month has gone by. I think I've finally resigned myself to the simple fact that a year is a short thing, and not as long as it first appears or indeed, ought to be. But still, we can fit plenty of living into it, plenty of love and plenty of laughter (all beginning with… Continue reading Of smiles, winking water, flesh-eating sows and branded memories

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… she wrote a mirror and stared at her reflection.

Whew! February is over. Now things have slowed down and ... goodness gracious! Is it Chatterbox again? Yes ... yes it is. The subject this month is Mirrors. This time, instead of Robert, I've written of Peronell Malkyn of Unlikely. I rather enjoyed writing this, and will not apologise for its length. - - -… Continue reading … she wrote a mirror and stared at her reflection.

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Memories in a Cloudless Night

It's Chatterbox again, but this time the topic is 'Criticism'. Once again I really enjoyed this exercise and present, without further adieu ... Robert, of The Many Trials of a Blacksmith ... ---- He lay on his back, wrapped up in his thin cloak. The sound of the waves, the scent of the sea, and… Continue reading Memories in a Cloudless Night