circus

  • Mechanique: A Tale of the Circus Tresaulti by Genevieve Valentine

    When I was a wee girl my parents used to take me to see the circus at the Kelvin Hall in Glasgow every Christmas. I vividly remember the smells: sawdust, animals and cotton candy, and the other kids laughing at the freakishly frightening clowns. I remember the noises; the trumpeting, roaring otherworldliness of it all…

  • NaNoWriMo #1

    I haven’t written much for a while. There are all sorts of boring reasons with which I shan’t bore you, but ‘ma heid’s been like a stair heid’. It’s better if I don’t translate from the Weegie. Anyway, I’m hoping to change all that come November when I take part in this year’s NaNoWriMo. In…