Monthly Archives: November 2015

The Host: a Poetic Blog

Posted on November 29, 2015 by Sheila N

Waiting for bad news on a cold, windy day at the arse end of November. At my age, bad news is no longer really news. Yet it still hurts. I wasted a lot of valuable time in my youth watching … Continue reading →

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A Child’s 1960s Christmas in Suburbia

Posted on November 26, 2015 by Sheila N

It begins with a tree: enormous even when I was a small – in every sense – child. It was huge still when I was an only slightly taller adolescent, and we lived in a much bigger house. Mom was … Continue reading →

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Tentacles Spotted in the Midwest!

Posted on November 23, 2015 by Sheila N

More November fiction for you – an excerpt from my current work-in-progress A Yorkshireman in Ohio A man sat on a quiet bench in the small, fashionable suburb of Shaker’s Depths, a few miles outside the state capital. A long, … Continue reading →

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27 Things to Do When Being Stared at by a Random Penguin

Posted on November 19, 2015 by Sheila N

We’ve all been there. It’s early on a Thursday morning, and you’re typing an email to a friend about how the hell to do something on Goodreads. Or perhaps you’re contacting an artist, about some art. Because that’s where art … Continue reading →

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A Slice of Christmas Cake

Posted on November 16, 2015 by Sheila N

More November fiction for you A Slice of Christmas Cake She baked it back in October, when things were merely bad, rather than downright awful. It was something she looked forward to each year: a precursor of the festivities to … Continue reading →

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