So,.... I have been a bit low recently and a bit stuck for creativity and writing. But... I have discovered a whole new angst ridden/ smut infested fandom which has stirred the juices.
There will be a crossover Biggles fic with this new fandom. There may *read will* be smut probably and my brain is positively falling over itself with ideas.
So, this may take a while as I have to go to visit family and generally cope with life.
So, summer reading was Christopher hassall's biography of Rupert Brooke. It is a tome. I love Brooke's poems. Just as I like Keats.
But Hassalls is boring. Good God, he is. And he omits all the potentially 'interesting' bits. Like Brooke may have had a child... this was NOT MENTIONED.
I did like the links to the Bloomsbury group. The relationships are fascinating and you just know STUFF HAPPENED, not that Hassalls tells you that. He met Sassoon too.
And he did actually go to war in Belgium. The Fall of Antwerp.
I came away with a vision of one screwed up human being. With worse insecurity than me and a longing to be that bohemian that he could allow himself to be.
Next weekend I sing Joby Talbot's Path of Miracles with my choir. For those unfamiliar with Joby, he used to be in the Divine Comedy (band) and wrote the soundtrack to the new Wonka movie.
It is hard graft. It is also beautiful and describes the pilgrims and stories of St James (the trip to Santiago in Spain).
While singing and imbibing the text, I was struck by how the music describes the route the pilgrims can still take.
A moment of sanity in a world where everything is so much more complicated.
It's been busy. There is never enough time to write and read. I have shelf full of History books and I keep trying to write the novel that has been festering for 20 years. The fics keep coming into my head.
And so 2024 has arrived. Work, busy real life trying to see people. Music projects I have succeeded in writing a couple of gics. The novel appears to have stagnated. Onwards and upwards. More writing required
So I have been on a drinking holiday. To beer festival in Bodegraven (Netherlands) and Antwerp. I was told I would like Antwerp. I don't. However I have discovered Smoothie Sour Beers. They taste like fruit smoothies. Not Beer. This is bad...
I am reading lots of Eric Leyland and John Creasey. Leyland was/is a contemporary of WEJ and a prolific writer (not as much as Creasey who wrote over 1000 books apparently)!!! Less planes. But he could turn his hands to most things. My fave is the one where a young lad accidentally sits in the footwell of his brothers' racing car (think f1 style racing) and they win the race because he is a crack engineer. Improbable but fun.
Creasey's politics, like Johns, were quite progressive and a lot is relevent today; illegal immigrants, housing quality issues... His language is of its time. Just like Johns. Department Z are the best; the amount of times the lads are shot and don't die and the amount of upper class mayfair dwellers who have handily parked planes. Oh and the fact the the PM just wanders around Mayfair on foor just waiting to be attacked.
EVRI have managed to destroy a copy of Biggles Scores a Bull. However, I have acquired another and am enjoying Bertie's expertise on things cattle related.
It seems long European train journeys are fanfic inspiration. 2 almost completed and needing edited. Have had a fab time in Europe thus far. I may add Biggles has been absent for most of it, although I did catch up with EVS and Algy.
having been a bit rubbish at life in general the first quarter of this year, have started a new fic. The forum has kicked me back in love with writing.
I have managed to lose my biggles bingo card...
The Grieg piano concerto is taking a back seat (Sorry Algy)
I signed up to the writing challenge on the Biggles Forum. It was rash, I did not account for workload and holidays. But, actually, it was an achievement. In amongst my brewery visits and wine drinking, I managed to create something ok.
Upon my holidays I visited a V1 launch site, monuments to air accidents and learned that my favourite brewery (Sint Sixtus) provided excellent trappist beer to British troops.
So I have a bingo card. Given I had a dream about some of the things on it before I saw it I think it might be fate.... I will see what I can rustle up.
It is still holiday time in Scotland, last day of freedom before returning to the chaos of work.
I am always a bit meh about this time of year, due to the devotions of family nightmare Christmasses past (usually resulting in arguments with my mother). These days, my family now lives in Belgium and Christmas present is just is just me and the other half. Quiet. Alcoholic. Peaceful. New Year is party time... tbis year it was back to the pub. My local is a craft beer emporium and it's nice to see friends.
Who knows what Christmas Future will bring. I wish one and all a happy healthy 2023