Tag Archive: travelling

Hello everyone.

If it seems like a long time, then obviously you haven’t been following the adventures of Lisa and I on our travel blog.  Head on over there now to catch up on our escapades through India and Asia.  Thanks to everyone who’s been making us smile by liking and commenting on our posts.

It’s time to wake up Spinning Lizard once again with some updates.

Firstly, that’s right – I’ve been seeing the world.  Expect a couple of travel-related posts including the odd photo gallery in the near future.

“What’s happening with your writing?” I hear you ask (or not).  The answer is, not much: I’ve spent a few spare minutes these last four months editing and reworking my novels and stories for publication.  Efforts to find and agent for “Faith in Chrome last year were fruitless, so I’m working on getting my other piece of speculation ready for putting out there.  You can read a little more about “SubStantial” here.

I’ll also be writing – get this – a Western very soon, along with an exciting piece of Young Adult fiction.  I expect to have plenty of time this current year to bang uot some first drafts.

Did you find the time to read any Journal RSR, the alternate-reality journal I kept over 2011-12?  If you missed it, you’ll find it starting afresh on the more appropriate Wattpad.   It’s now under the name Reks: A Journal and not only will it soon get up to speed with at least one update a week, it will also continue Reks’ journey through the mysterious brooding world of Treen from the point I left off.

In the meantime, if you’re coming over through Google or via Overunderpants, stay in touch via my Twitter or Facebook profiles.

Thanks for reading.



Budsday, 25 Vernuz

Earned 40 / Spent 5

Savings 18,578

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I went to the library to check the medical tomes.  I had to pass through a corner of the Den to get to it, where it sits in a glade set deep within the denser jungle.  The freaks of the Den ogled me as I ran between the stilts of the elevated shakes, dipping in and out of the shadows cast by the ramshackle walkways. 

Sometimes I wonder whether I’ll join them one time soon: these poor souls whose person Displacement to Terrene meant total madness, and disassociation from everything we call civilized or sensible.

The library smelled of dusty paper and rot.  You get used to it after a while, but the only other time I came I lingered too long in the stacks, and came out with a weird respiratory anomaly that wouldn’t let up for weeks.  Finally I hacked up a clump of dark, wet fungus.

I flicked through the books until the sun slanted through the mouldy skylight rather than the east-facing windows.  This was for evidence of foreign disease, which I’ll need to be on the look out for once Foist and I leave.  The illustrations in the journals and tomes are sickening livid: Bursting Encephalitis, the Purple Pin plague, thyphilious transmogrification sickness, and other freakish contractions known to the Jade Reefs and nearby regions. 

The locals are immune to some of these – The crabpeople of the reefs are genetically proofed against stinging roids and leaping sun spurs, for example – but they can be distressing, sometimes fatal, for travellers.

I made a list for the apothecary and steeled myself for jabs.  After months of the golden needle though I feel adequately prepared.

And I’ve noted the abatement of the thrashing drakeroot infestation, which now does not react when the Disc is in view, and do not miss chewing the root as my running slows.  Things have been easier – is this because I know that I’ll soon be gone?  Has it been my outlook that affected me so badly these last few months?

If I’ve done it to myself, then I can do the opposite.  With Foist, around the world, we can do anything.