How quickly January has gone. The passage of time continues to confuse and mystify me. I mean, how can January be over already? Where’s all that time gone? It’s relentless, it never pauses for rest of respite, it just keeps on coming; an unstoppable temporal juggernaut. But gone it has, and the dawn of February will soon be upon us. Tradition dictates that I now talk about the weather. There has been a lot of snow. Most of north-east of America was recently buried under numerous feet of snow. The same is also true for the United Kingdom. Except where I live. I didn’t get any snow. I’m feeling quite bitter about this if I’m honest. I like snow.
If like me you feel betrayed by the weather, please feel free to assuage your sorrows with some short stories.
This blog post is being written scant minutes after I finished this month’s wordascope. It proved to be one of those stories that was very uncooperative and simply refused to let itself be written. Not even the application of writer’s juice (whisky) helped clear the blockage. But some how, in the end, I managed to get it done. I’ve been reading Ann Leckie’s “Ancillary Justice this month and I can’t help but feel that it has coloured my writing. But let’s be honest, that’s not really a bad thing. That book won all of the awards. All of the awards.
The Rogue Verbumancer – Glory to the Quadrumvirate
James Clayton – Square Planet
Brunhilda von Tonksington-Smythe – The painting had always haunted her
The Mick – Subjects
A-Scribe to Describe – Mars Initiative
Remember to check back tomorrow for the start of February’s Pictonaut Challenge!