If you’re here for the music, read on. If you’re here for the ink, I promise it shows up eventually. Keep scrolling down and you’ll find a header. Straight up: this isn't about Brexit, which, although awkward, can hardly be considered a collaboration between, well... anybody and anybody else. Squillions of words have been written … Continue reading An awkward British-German collaboration
Sometimes we pen nerds get called luddites. This is based on a fundamental misunderstanding of what the pen nerd mentality is all about.* It isn’t a need for things to be old for the sake of being old. There’s just something very beautiful about the design and functionality of fountain pens. They can inspire joy … Continue reading Design, Frustration and Regret. (I’m fun!)
NB: I still have no idea why WordPress formatting still wants to be such a total shitshow. If you know, do tell me, but I remain powerless to fix it. I repurpose this post title from a man who once told me: "Ideas are not responsible for the people who hold them." The fact that … Continue reading Pens are not responsible for the people who hold them
Hello! It's been 50,000 years which is not because I'm dead or have lost all my fingers. I've been working really hard on my novel and it's taken up every spare moment I have. It's a 130k beast and it's not even finished yet so I'm trying to write and cut, write and cut. I … Continue reading We’ve got love power
Cw: mental health shiz. This is going to be depressing. Comes with the subject matter I'm afraid. The How I Met My Psychiatrist genre of anecdotes isn't the most chirpy of all dinner party stories. I am what I might call an intermittently crazy person. You, on the other hand, should not call me this. … Continue reading A gift for a man I shouldn’t know
I should explain that title shouldn't I. Back a decade ago when I was first diagnosed with ASD, (well actually with Asperger's, which was a thing then but isn't anymore) I spent some time on an ASD message board* trying to figure out what any of it meant. There was a thread about shitty things … Continue reading No imagination, no concept of sarcasm and no sense of humour
Dear Gardeners' Question Time, I'm holed up at Gladstone's Library, which is a residential library in the tiny little village of Hawarden, North Wales. I'm here to work on my novel and relax a bit and OMG THIS PLACE IS BRILLIANT. I HAVEN'T SPOKEN TO ANYONE USING MY FACE FOR TWO DAYS, EXCEPT TO ORDER … Continue reading Looking at our mailbag I see that it’s overflowing with this blog post from a Mrs Trellis of North Wales. She writes:
