Month: August 2017

such small mercies

  It’s five a.m., and the skies have opened up. Once again. The rain pounds and thunders on the rooftops, on the cars parked outside, on the road and pavements. If I didn’t know better, I’d say St. Peter had sent us a deluge of, well, pebbles and gravel. That’s how it sounds. But no. I stare out of the window, looking for the day that somehow isn’t yet breaking, though only last week it could already be seen blushing above the eastern horizon — and all I see is water. Water. Liquid, determined, insistent, persistent, coming out in sheets after sheets, solid-looking curtains of silvery metal rods that somehow disintegrate on first contact. Pooling a bit everywhere. Hurrying down the street. Over the pavements. And if it goes on like this, everything will be waterlogged. Everything. Including my life. Which, right now, seems to be just about nose-above-surface. And it’s only just August. Still only August. Silently, I drag a chair over, the best I can, nearer to the window. Still gazing out of …

And so it is…

  And so it is that I’m going live again. My writer has just ticked the little circle thing on the reading settings, and hey, presto! here I am for all to see. In the time that I was away — well, not away away, really, I’ve been here all the time it’s just that I was under wraps — my writer eventually gave me a most comprehensive makeover: I’ve got a new theme, new menus, new widgets (a-hem, there’s one widget malfunctioning and still a few that are missing, but the cats say the writer is only human and time is definitely money), a new a review policy, a Rules of Hauissh (whatever one of those is), a new bio page… and a tagline! I’ve got a new tagline!!! Yiiipee! Without one, I must confess that I felt like I was going to the races without a hat! Or to a ball without crystal slippers! Or… well, let’s not get too carried away, you surely get my drift. The writer says that it’s a …

hello again! we’re back.

Hello, and welcome to Nina’s scribbles, my brand new, erm… brand newly refurbished blog home. It’s got new clothes, a new hairdo… everything. It was a complete, very thorough makeover. How do you think it’s looking? It’s still very much work-in-progress, of course, as no doubt you, my patient reader, have already been able to establish. Some of the bones and braces of the thing are still missing, though in the process of being forged. But please don’t despair: it’ll soon be whole and navigable — or as nearly as possible. And over time, too, all those posts that it used to house will be returned here, with feature images tailored to fit. In the meantime, my infamous TBR (to-be-read) pile is slowly progressing towards a deeply satisfying, though immeasurably smaller, HBR (as in, has been read) pile, which might be my second favourite state for books, at least as far as this blog is concerned (the top being, of course, HBRR, i.e., has been read and reviewed). However, and as far as the aforementioned reviews go, there …