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Things happen over a long term.

Things that look at the time like a failure or even a disaster may be sowing seeds or releasing spores and having an impact that will go on.

Or even have a counter-intuitive impact at the time: okay, The Well of Loneliness got convicted for obscenity in 1928 but 1000s of women realised they were not alone just from reading the reports in the newspapers, and 1000s of them wrote to Radclyffe Hall.

Just because something does not endure does not endure does not mean it had no influence.

Am currently reading book by a friend which makes quite a thing of long-term impact of small obscure organisations of early C20th I worked on.

Was a piece in Guardian Saturday today which doesn't appear to be yet online which was doing the ever-recurrent WO about 'I see no feminists' and I wonder what they expect them to look like and perhaps they are supposing something flashy and dramatic, which can be appropriate at times. But the work is not necessarily drawing attention to itself.

Further thought: I was a bit irked to see this: Lifeline is both a musical following Alexander Fleming’s discovery of the first antibiotic and a warning about the threat of superbugs in the present day, because the Fleming narrative erases the immense amount of work that Florey, Chain and Heatley had to put in to make pencillin actually viable.

Friday misc

Mar. 27th, 2026 07:31 pm
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Gosh those people with the archivists' sales team are persistent! I've heard again - okay, different name and email, exact same wordage - TWICE, second time with added 'Worth a chat?'

No, sir, not in the least.

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This week I got the Authors Licensing and Copyright Society payout, which was an agreeable sum, maybe it would not actually support me in My Old Age, but it is Better Than A Bat In The Eye With A Burnt Stick. Furthermore, as it is itemised - all the tiddly sums that get totted up - it is a Revelation of what works of mine are still being looked at, wow.

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Church attendance report pulled after YouGov finds 'fraudulent' responses:

A report claiming the number of young people attending church in England and Wales had skyrocketed has been retracted, after the underlying data was found to be flawed.
The Bible Society's "Quiet Revival" report had been widely reported on since its publication last year and became an accepted part of discourse among many Christians.
Now YouGov, which carried out the research, has told the Bible Society that an internal review of the data found that some of the respondents who completed its survey were "fraudulent".
It has said that quality control measures, which usually remove such responses, were not applied due to human error.
....
But academics questioned the findings, pointing out that the results seemed out of step with other data. Results from the long-running British Social Attitudes Survey, and even the Church of England's own figures, show a long term decline in church attendance.
Experts said that YouGov's methodology - gathering data from volunteers who received cash rewards for their time - left it vulnerable to "bogus respondents" skewing the data.

Murmurs about Mammon distorting the data....

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Pepys ‘curated’ letters to conceal being offered enslaved boy as bribe – research:

Howe wrote to Pepys to “crave your acceptance” of a “small” enslaved boy, which “I brought home on board for your honour … Hoping he is so well seasoned to endure the cold weather as to live in England.”
Pepys wrote back indignantly rejecting the offer. But Edwards argues this was not because of ethical concerns about slavery, but the optics of looking like a man who could be bribed.

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This is quite resonant with discussion I was having this week apropos of my 1930s feminists and the less visible ways in which the work was happening, so much so that it's been supposed (it was being claimed at the time) that Feminism Woz Ded: The Way of Water: On the Quiet Power of Ursula K. Le Guin’s Activism.

I am a Nexpert, but not That Nexpert

Mar. 26th, 2026 03:53 pm
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Bit of a flurry of Misguided Spam: this one is quite funny:

[W]e're working with other archivists that are offering historical resources.‍
I’m currently working with a few archivists on campaigns that are getting their sales teams meetings with warm leads every month. We’re targeting people who need historical resources using personalized email sequences.
If I could help you connect with potential clients like this, would that be helpful to you?‍

WOT. Unless this is some kind of operation like that BM curator who was selling off stuff from the storerooms, what kind of money do they honestly think there is in ARCHIVES??? Sales teams - No Can Haz.

Another one of the usual 'Contribute your article/join our editorial board/reviewer team' from an international journal... offering a space for the exchange of powerful ideas among academics and experts which cannot distinguish between the title of a book I reviewed and anything I actually wrote my own self.

This one is frankly cheeky, if presumably being spammed at a vast array of people?

I am sure you're quite busy, but I would appreciate if you could take a moment to my below request.
Well, our Open Access Journal of Advances in Complementary & Alternative Medicine (ACAM) is scheduled to release its Volume 9 Issue 2 by 6thApril, but we are in deficit of one article. So, is it possible for you to support us with any of your manuscript to achieve this goal?
Appreciate if you could provide your acknowledgement within 24 hrs.

Presumably they are anticipating recipients will stick prompts into ChatGP or whatever, though you'd think if it's that urgent they'd do it themselves.

Am also being followed on Bluesky by very dubious looking 'Global' conferences within my fields of interest. Suspect these are a racket.

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However, in realm of being A Real Nexpert, gave a presentation at Institution With Which I Am Now Affiliated yesterday and I think it went quite well, insofar as there was a certain amount of discussion and people coming up and asking questions afterwards.

Also got 2 compliments from much younger persons on hair (green streaks in) though as one was outside the Scientology HQ in Tottenham Court Road I fear this may be one of their recruitment strategies.

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Mar. 26th, 2026 09:48 am
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Happy birthday, [personal profile] robling_t!
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What I read

Finished High Stakes. I previously noted a pattern in Dick Francis of the conditional rather than utter win.

Antonia Hodgson, The Raven Scholar (Eternal Path Trilogy, #1) (2025) - think I picked this up as a Kobo deal, because people were mentioning it? I realise that I am no longer in the habit of reading fat multi-volume fantasies of this ilk. I found it all a bit much, really.

Then did some nibbling (what do Tiggers eat?) and then settled into a re-read of Barbara Hambly, The Nubian's Curse, not one of the top Benjamin Januarys perhaps but still pretty good. Possibly when I am in that sort of phase I should just go Hambly/Haddam/Paretsky/Cross?

Currently Reading

Dorothy Richardson, Honeycomb (Pilgrimage, #3) (1917) for online reading group.

Up next

Today's Kobo Deal was the latest Jonathan Kellerman Alex Delaware thriller, Jigsaw, so probably that.

Then possibly more Hambly.

At some point must read Adania Shibli, Minor Detail (2017) for the in-person reading group.

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Mar. 25th, 2026 09:48 am
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Happy birthday, [personal profile] staranise!
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Okay, it was lovely to see the heron again on my walk today. I wonder if it had decided that the eco-pond, with its shoals of Invasive Predatory Goldfish which people have dumped in it to the detriment of other life (frogs, newts, dragonflies) is a delicious all-you-can-eat buffet.

Assuming it is the same heron and that the first did not just tell a friend.

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In more annoying news, today partner had a go at fixing my printer, which has been giving 'Paper Jam in Tray 1' error messages -

- and after doing pretty much the equivalent of open heart surgery on the thing, lo and behold, there was, entirely concealed from view, a page jammed in the works.

I depose that having to eviscerate a printer to discover this is something of a design fault?

Unfortunately, once the printer was put back together, it decided that the gate was open and it was not going to print anything.

Partner is going to have another go at it tomorrow, but I suspect that New Printer is in the future.

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Meanwhile, I copied my paper for tomorrow to a memory-stick and took it to partner's computer so that I could print it out there.

This was accomplished successfully.

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Anyway.

Partner and I are in need of a solicitor for a fairly routine and non-urgent matter, so, looked up who it was we went to last time we had a routine life admin thing requiring the services of a legal professional.

(This was actually a bit more time-consuming than I anticipated, have I mentioned that archivists are really Not All That at keeping on top of their own papers? The cobbler's children syndrome.)

But, I found the name of the practice and looked them up on The Internetz and they are there, as having gone out of business some few years ago, on Companies House website.

And they are by no means the first solicitors I have had dealings with, though I think the ones in Kentish Town saw me through the purchase of First Flat and present dwelling and possibly various other legal matters, but are now no longer operating more or less adjacent to the Tube station.

I suppose that these days one should not anticipate that you have Old Mr Thing the attorney-at law and Young Mr Thing his son who keeps up the practice and Even Younger Mr Thing who is being brought on in the family tradition -

- and that these things come and go like everything else and they are no longer quite the repository of folk memory like in mystery novels.

Way back when I was starting out as a Wee Babby Archivist, I remember that a big thing of the day, practically A Crisis, was solicitors' records. As I was never actually employed in a repository where I had any direct dealings with the problem, I'm not sure whether this was due to practices going defunct, or just somebody going down into the cellar and realising that they still had all the papers from Jarndyce v Jarndyce back to its origins along with tons of other stuff. But anyway, there were Massive Amounts of Very Misc Material (quite surprising what turned up) which looking back I suspect had all sorts of issues around ownership to complicate matters even further.

(If anyone has recs for N London solicitors would be glad to hear of them.)

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Mar. 23rd, 2026 09:24 am
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Periodic Sunday Book Summaries--#6

Mar. 22nd, 2026 06:38 pm
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Sunday book summaries are my casual log of what I’ve been reading this week. These are not formal reviews. They’re more my reactions and musings as taken from my journal when I complete the reading, and at times will contain notes about how they influence my thoughts on what I’m writing. 

I’ve had some issues with sleep and back pain this last week, so you get a week’s worth of writing this time. 

First off is a reread of a book which has had a significant influence on my life with horses—Alois Podhajsky’s My Horses, My Teachers. This book is Podhajsky’s memoir about specific horses that he recalls very well, along with a dose of his horse training philosophy, crowned with the simple phrase—“I have time.” 

This book was my introduction to the world of dressage. Until then, considering the time (early 1970s) and the location (south Willamette Valley), and my lack of exposure to any professional training or schooling, my best resources had been writers like Margaret Cabell Self and the Western Horseman magazine. Most nonfiction horse books available either in the school library or the Springfield Public Library were either generalist or specifically Western-focused. I was wrestling with a difficult mare to train and handle, and Podhajsky gave me some useful insights that have carried over to my attitude toward training horses. Besides “I have time,” his assessment of how he needed to change up his training based on the differing temperaments of the horses he worked with made me realize early on that “one size fits all” absolutely did not work for horse training. As a result, I learned some techniques that later served me well with my Mocha mare and now with my Marker boy. These days I also have a little thrill when I recognize significant names in dressage, such as General DeCarpentry. I didn’t know who he was back in the day, but now…. 

Next up is a read inspired by my past reading of Starry and Restless, Emily Hahn’s The Soong Sisters. Alas, it was a bit disappointing (not surprising, given the history of the book as related in Starry and Restless). While there are some good insights about the nature of China in the era of pre-World War Two and the early days of the war, there are a lot of passages taken from writings by the sisters’ husbands. No doubt these three ladies had a significant influence on Chinese political development, not only given who they were married to (Sun Yat-Sen, Chiang Kai-shek) but the role each woman played behind the scenes. I had expected a little more, but still…on the other hand, I’ll be checking out other Hahn writings. She wrote this at a fraught time in her life (a fraught moment in a life full of them) and it was a piece pushed out quickly. 

Do Admit by Mimi Pond was a fun read, being a graphic book interpretation of the history of the Mitford sisters. The cartooning style works very well for this particular history, and Pond’s callback to not just Charles Addams-style drawings but the stylings of assorted political graphics of the era adds depth to the history. Not just that but Pond made it a fun read, plus she picked up on some additional historical pieces that I hadn’t seen elsewhere. Definitely worth checking out! 

Then there’s the reading inspired by a social media exchange about women reading Sword and Sorcery fiction with one writer who, frankly, looking at the credentials she has in her bio, should probably not be making broad statements moaning about the lack of female presence in S&S and the lack of female writers just yet in her career. I pulled out Joanna Russ’s The Adventures of Alyx, where the title character—female—goes on assorted adventures, eventually getting pulled into a science fictional time travel story. But before then…Alyx is a pick-lock, and has multiple adventures (including sexual escapades). There’s a shoutout to Fritz Leiber and his character Fafhrd which is somewhat amusing since he’s one of her conquests but she can’t remember whether his name is Fafnir or Fafhrd but she definitely has fond memories of him. 

Even better, the Suck Fairy hasn’t visited Alyx, which is rather nice to encounter. Alyx is witty, fun, and a quick study when it comes to interesting magical stuff. 

Finally, a wee bit of a rant. I picked up a historical romance set in the late nineteenth/early twentieth century that was published in 1987, Fionna’s Will, by Lana McGraw Boldt. And oh, oh, dear. I had originally read it back in that era—it was published by a big mass market paperback company (though that wasn’t all they did), and it has a few nice but positive ratings (which are on the old side). But. Oh, oh, dear. Speaking of the Suck Fairy…. 

Don’t get me wrong. Mc Graw Boldt possesses a good command of language and the book is eminently readable from that respect. I did spot some typos but that’s normal. 

However. 

I wasn’t too far in before my developmental editing/beta reading fingers started itching, BAD. The book is a product of its era in many ways, including the sprawl of character arcs and story threads that…sigh. Could have been written tighter or had scenes/threads cut entirely. Look, I like me a nice twisty plot, and Fionna’s Will definitely has that. I like strong-willed female characters who Do Stuff, and Fionna’s Will has piles of that happening. One of the major plots involves Fionna’s love and relationships with two men, simultaneously, and that’s a bit spicy and fun. 

All sorts of fun juicy stuff, BUT. 

The book is thin when it comes to crucial elements, while suffering from bloat—482 pages in mass market paperback format, and even though it’s a fast read, it’s a LOT. The characters are a mile wide and an inch deep, plus Fionna comes off as the more-than-competent Mary Sue character. Oh, she’s interesting enough, no question about it. She goes through a lot. But she is so. darn. competent in an over-the-top way. She manages to juggle babies by different men in such a way that the man she eventually marries never finds out that the boy he thinks is his eldest surviving son…isn’t. How that works out significantly impacts my willing suspension of belief. 

Gotta say, though, I like that Fionna’s an abolitionist, helped slaves on the Underground Railroad, and possessed fairly enlightened attitudes for the time. All the same…. 

Then there’s the nice neat way where all the loose threads end up tying together. At one point I was thinking dear God, why doesn’t she just put up a sign saying that dang near every incidental encounter is a Chekov’s Gun scenario? So many pat endings to walk-on characters that don’t really add any significance to the story. SO SO MANY. 

Plus the utterly unrealistic description of a nineteenth century wise woman/herbalist/midwife stopping bleeding from a miscarriage in…arrgh, let’s just say that if I had been the editor, it’s one piece that would have been cut. It didn’t advance the plot to go into the graphic detail that had nothing to do with how female biology works in real life (shoving a fist up the vaginal channel to stop excess bleeding??? Huh???). We’d already seen the impact of the miscarriage on the characters. It wasn’t needed. That piece was just…I have to wonder if a male editor insisted upon it, OR SOMETHING. 

As I said before, however, the book is a product of its time. I can think of other historical romances that I read back then that were equally as thick, and if I revisited them, probably have even greater Suck Fairy visitations. This was one of the best stories of its time—I thought so then and I doubt my impressions have changed. If I stumble across them in a freebie situation, I’d probably reread them. 

However. Beverly Jenkins and Courtney Milan (to name two of my favorites) do it better these days, with the same degree of period-appropriate enlightened attitudes that appeal to the modern reader, with tighter plotting and pacing, much leaner prose, and deeper characterization. 

Still, I don’t regret the reread. Working my way through some other books, and waiting for the latest library ebook holds to be ready. Might be one week for the next book summary, might not. Got stuff happening, so…that’s it for now.

If you like what you’ve read, please feel free to check out my books at https://www.joycereynolds-ward.com/books or drop a tip at my Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/joycereynoldsward

Culinary

Mar. 22nd, 2026 07:19 pm
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This week's bread: Elizabeth's David's Light Rye Loaf, which turned out nicely even though I discovered that the fresh yeast had finally given up and I had to fall back on Allinson's Easy Bake Yeast (which is not, horrors, the same as their former Active Dry Yeast).

Friday night supper: grocery order came early enough that I was able to put in hand the makings of a sardegnera with pepperoni.

Saturday breakfast rolls: brown toasted pinenut, with Marriage's Golden Wholegrain Bread Flour, turned out quite well.

Today's lunch: game casserole - mixture of pheasant, venison, duck and partridge with onion, garlic, bay leaf, juniper berries, coriander seeds and red wine; served with kasha, warm green bean and fennel salad, and baby pak choi stirfried with star anise

World Poetry Day again, apparently

Mar. 21st, 2026 04:44 pm
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And I don't think I've had Edna before??

Recuerdo

We were very tired, we were very merry—
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable—
But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table,
We lay on a hill-top underneath the moon;
And the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon.

We were very tired, we were very merry—
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry;
And you ate an apple, and I ate a pear,
From a dozen of each we had bought somewhere;
And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold,
And the sun rose dripping, a bucketful of gold.

We were very tired, we were very merry,
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
We hailed, “Good morrow, mother!” to a shawl-covered head,
And bought a morning paper, which neither of us read;
And she wept, “God bless you!” for the apples and pears,
And we gave her all our money but our subway fares.

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And the boidies around here in the past week have included the heron in the eco-pond being very up for a closeup, Mr de Mille, parakeets, and several magpie courting couples.

There have been a fair amount of flowers blooming in the spring, trala, for some weeks now, the daffs have been a particular feature, calling Mr Wordsworth, and today there was a massive show of narcissi along one edge of the playing field.

Among the less flamboyant flowers, the Wildflower Corner included grape hyacinths, and dandelions.

The trees along the street are busting out in leaves and blossom.

We also note that toxic nitrogen dioxide pollution in London has fallen to air quality standards in under ten years (rather than the projected nearly 200).

One thing after another, really

Mar. 19th, 2026 08:45 pm
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So I think I've pretty much got my presentation sorted for next week at around the right length and with a slightly superogatory Powerpoint, but everybody seems to do these these days, sigh.

And I have got off a review of an article which was not as bad as I thought it was going to be, not bad at all.

And I have read the thesis I was asked to read and am trying to think of some questions which are not, which novelist would you pick to depict the seething tensions within [local organisation therein discussed], because I was going, hmmm, is this Barbara Pym purlieu or not?

And although there have been some hiccups along the road a further volume in the Interminable Saga should be appearing in the not too distant future though there are some niggling things still happening.

And I may have mentioned Doing A Podcast some months ago and the same people have come back to ask me to contribute to another one in their series, for which I realise I ought to do a certain amount of prep.

Book review still hanging over me.

Various matters of life admin.

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What I read

Finished Victoria's Secret - still slightly meh about it - could possibly have engaged a bit with a longer history of 'Monarch has favourite/s who are not Quite Our Sort', even if historically the gender issues in play here were different??? Also had a bit of feeling that QV was not entirely NOT treating John Brown in the light of A Very Large Faithful Dog devoted to her to which she was also devoted and which she insisted on imposing upon people who hated dogs.... Thought it was good on her awful childhood, though.

Clare Pollard, The Modern Fairies (2024) - telling stories about women telling stories, i.e. the precieuses at the time of Louis XIV, the stories they were telling and their stories and how those reflected one another.

Susan Ertz, Woman Alive (1935), my attention having been drawn towards it by a mention of its having been republished. I have a copy of the first edition, Ertz being one of the early C20th middlebrow women novelists in whom I have had an interest going back decades, but not sure whether I ever actually read this. It is sf Of The Period, in which someone is cast forward into The Future by sciento-psychic means, this is his account. And okay, is not (unlike a cluster from around the same time) about the dystopic crushing iron heel of fascistic misogyny, is about the dysoptic outcome of a war in which germ warfare has killed all the women. Except one who has survived courtesy of mad scientist neighbour's experimental process.

Points for her being a young women of education, character, and something of a backstory conveying a certain cynicism, but she still concedes to the agenda of marrying and going forth and having babbyz, though I think everyone is a bit optimistic that she will pop out multiple daughters and even so, we do not think this will Save Humanity. (Also, no-one seems to suggest she should have Plurality of Mates, surely that would be advisable?) But then it just stops with our narrator pinging back to his present day.

Most recent Literary Review

Muriel Spark, A Far Cry from Kensington (1988), which I really enjoyed and am now looking out for more of hers - think I have copies of some somewhere?

Robert Barnard, Death of a Literary Widow (1979)- everybody in it is a bit of a caricature, not just the American academic.

Emily Tesh, The Incandescent (2025), because I have been hearing well of it. Pretty good, but is it just having Read A Lot that made one character look like a honking parade of red flags?

On the go

I think I am actually giving up on I Am A Woman, I don't think Being A Sad Lesbian is enough to provide a rounded character? Maybe it gets better?

Nibbling at various things. Realise that it is 2 weeks to next Pilgrimage discussion and I do not want to read Honeycomb too far in advance.

Up next

No idea.

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Mar. 18th, 2026 09:41 am

Journey of a Novel, Part Two

Mar. 17th, 2026 02:19 pm
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When I start building a world and the plot of a book, things don’t always go quickly. In some cases I can visualize a whole world and start writing right away. But those instances tend to be rare, simply because these days what I’m working on are often notions that I’ve been thinking about and poking at for a couple of decades or so.

That’s the case for Vortex Worlds. I’ve approached it from several angles and been thinking about it for a very long time. The notion of a time/multiverse refuge in a quasi-Western, nineteenth-kinda century setting has been niggling at me ever since the early twenty-teens, when we were driving through the southern Willamette Valley. I got a flash of native elders confronting a white settler using a forbidden mechanical sickle bar mower—and turning into wicker/wooden forms in that field when the settler refused to comply.

Only then I wasn’t thinking about the time-travel multiverse elements. Those crawled slowly into my story notions as I worked on what eventually became the novella Bearing Witness. And even then, the concept really hasn’t gained flesh until recently.

What happened between now and then?

A lot of research. I also had a notion for an alternate history version of Pacific Northwest settlement by white Europeans that was loosely based on a proposal by Dr. John McLoughlin toward the end of his tenure as the Chief Factor for Fort Vancouver. McLoughlin approached the first US settlers with an idea of establishing an “Oregon Country,” independent from both the US and Great Britain.

Well, we know how that turned out.

However, I kept throwing magic and unicorns and other stuff into the mix, and gave up on it after a few short stories in that world. I…still might do something with it, unconnected to Vortex Worlds, but that makes it maybe next up on the list (we’ll see if Vision of Alliance’s sluggish sales perk up, that might be enough for me to turn to Book Two of that trilogy).

Anyway. Back to Vortex Worlds. One of the theories teasing at my brain has been this “what if Alice Clarissa Whitman had not drowned at age two?” notion. She was the daughter of early missionaries Marcus and Narcissa Whitman, born early in their time at Waíilatpu near what later became the city of Walla Walla. Her parents withdrew significantly from their mission after her death, and turned instead to helping US settlers instead of missionizing the local peoples for Christianity. It’s a possible turning point in history because Alice Clarissa was friendly with the Cayuse peoples; loved as the first white child born in their land. She spoke their language as well as English. Would she have suffered the same fate as her parents? Would she have died of measles? Or would she have ended up like a couple of orphaned girls who were adopted by the Whitmans, then orphaned a second time by their deaths, doomed to bouncing between so-called “adoptive” parents who basically treated them like indentured servants, up until they married?

Not that Alice Clarissa became a part of this world until recently. Before then, when I was drafting Bearing Witness, I was thinking more about a different path, where horrific nasty supernatural stuff tied to a multiverse and a battle for the control of the multiverse made the leadup to the US Civil War even bloodier and more awful. I visualized a group of escapees from the mid-nineteenth century bouncing from universe to universe, trying to escape the Soulers who not only killed the body but devoured the soul. Of course, not all of them were in political accord, which led to the opening that provided the foundation for the story of Bearing Witness, which I ended up serializing on Kindle Vella, then releasing as a novella a few years ago.

Even then, though, I buried seeds of a bigger world in Witness. Jesse Pruitt and his wife Tianawis—and Tianawis is head of the Kalosin Council of Women, the native people who control and protect the Kalosin refuge. Jesse is a Wild Colonist, a magician with the ability to manipulate the portals that transport people through the multiverse. Wild Colonists operate separately from the other two sources of magic—Federal Magicians and Preacher Magicians. Wild Colonists are independent wild cards—along with the Kalosin people.

Buried even deeper in Witness is the story of Jesse’s mother Abigail Caine Pruitt, who operates a null site within Kalosin. I don’t delve further into that part of the world in Witness, but I knew that Abigail’s story was significant.

Well, now it’s time for that piece. However, at the same time, I also had Alice Clarissa. I wrote a short story where a clone is substituted for her two-year-old drowned self, and she is raised by aliens and trained to be a Time Corps interpreter. Oh, I sent the story out to a couple of markets, but…it wasn’t that well-received, probably in part because I was still struggling with what this would turn Alice Clarissa into.

I’ve figured that piece out, and am revising that short story into something that’s much better than the original piece. This appears to be one of those books where the worldbuilding foundation ends up resting on assorted short stories, so writing these stories is part of that overall revision. Not sure yet whether these backstory short pieces will become a part of the book or if I’ll end up putting them out as related short stories as teasers/reader magnets.

Interestingly, instead of what I’ve done for worldbuilding in the past, I’m exploring this world through related short stories/outtakes. It’s something I started doing with the Martinieres and—well, for me it’s a sign that the world is starting to come to life. It’s a much slower process than sitting down with an easel and scribbling out notes to myself but—life is chaotic at the moment, so this slower process seems to fit what I’m doing.

Kalosin is a fascinating world, and I have oh-so-much to learn about it yet. Especially given its solitary status in the multiverse of Vortex Worlds. I’m nowhere near ready to start writing a chapter synopsis yet, but…it will happen. Eventually. After over thirty-two books to my credit, I’ve learned to trust the process. Sometimes it comes fast, other times it comes slow.

But the story eventually arrives. And I’m fascinated by this journey.

Right now I’m promoting a bundle on Itch that features several of my women characters with agency. If you haven’t read my work before, it’s a good introduction to several of my series. $18.90 for ten books, or 50% off of individual books. Check it out!

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Who DO they think I am?

Mar. 17th, 2026 07:33 pm
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Am still being harried by spam from those dodgy-sounding conferences of very little relevance to my actual interests, happening in v attractive places:

International Conference on Time Series and Forecasting (ITISE 2026) (wot is this even), Gran Canaria (Spain).

6th Current Issues in Business and Economic Studies (CIBES) Conference at the University of Valencia.

13th International Congress of Gynaecology and Obstetrics (okay, is brushing somewhere in the region of Stuff I Have Worked On?) in Kyoto.

But really, YOY?

A new twist on this has appeared via my shiny new academic email address: really weird journals giving themselves out as academic that sound totally synthetic -

Journal of High Speed Networks (not as far as I can see associated with even one of the less esteemed academic journal publishers):

a forum in which researchers from academia and industry can address a wide range of topics related to high performance networking and communication and report findings on concepts; state of the art, emerging standards and technologies; implementations; running experiments; applications; and industrial case studies. Coverage can range from design to practical experiences with operational high performance/speed networks including communication network architectures; evolutionary networking protocols, services, and architectures; and network security.

Is this actually edited by a chatbot?

As, I suspect, is this one:

Invitation to Join Mesopotamian Journal of AI in Healthcare (MJAIH) Editorial Board. - there is in fact a website for the Mesopotamian Academic Press (I see they also publish Babylonian Journals of this and that.

Even without the complete mismatch to my actual realms of expertise here I am sceptical about this enterprise.

A miscellanea

Mar. 16th, 2026 07:17 pm
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This is so much what I've been thinking about a different period that I'm writing about - that it's there, even though people are saying It's Ded, it's just not doing the flashy newsworthy visible stuff or the results are the things are are not, or no longer, happening: The one thing everyone gets wrong about feminism.

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I am a great admirer of Professor Athene Donald's blog, and I like this recent post: Unintended Consequences - in particular perhaps this apercu:

Business gurus tend to talk about ‘being authentic’ as the right way to lead. But if you are a testy, over-bearing soul being authentic may be very destructive for those around you.

So much that.

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This is another story about mobility in the world: Looted from a royal palace: The medieval jug now on display in London:

A large bronze medieval jug bearing the English royal coat of arms would be a rare find if dug up in England, but somehow it had ended up in West Africa, in modern-day Ghana, thanks to early trading routes between nations.
Dating from between 1340 and 1405, the jug is the largest surviving bronze ewer from medieval England. Decorated with an English inscription, royal heraldry and coat of arms, it was originally a luxury object — but its meaning changed dramatically as it moved across continents.

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I've had to do with either this artefact or another very similar in my working days, I did not know about the biological contamination (we didn't know for quite some time about the radioactive notebooks, either): a parchment scroll designed to guard against the dangers of childbirth:

Until now, this scroll’s worn surface and suggestive staining constituted the main evidence for its use in childbirth. However, new research by Sarah Fiddyment, presented in the exhibition, reveals that human proteins found on the scroll’s surface indicate the presence of cervico-vaginal fluid. This is an important breakthrough in the burgeoning field of biocodicology, which seeks out the invisible traces left behind by users of manuscripts, as they held, rubbed or kissed a parchment.

(I hadn't heard that story about the dormouse, but wot she does not mention the Godalming rabbit lady?!).

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You know, I would have sworn that back in my working days I came across something appertaining to this historic event: How smallpox claimed its final victim, but I'm unable to trace it.

Periodic Sunday Book Summaries--#5

Mar. 15th, 2026 12:35 pm
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Sunday book summaries are my casual log of what I’ve been reading this week. These are not formal reviews. They’re more my reactions and musings as taken from my journal when I complete the reading, and at times will contain notes about how they influence my thoughts on what I’m writing.

 This one has a couple of weeks’ worth of reading, so again…”periodic.”

Another hectic period but hopefully things might settle. Nonetheless, there’s books to comment on in this installment, including my first Did Not Finish and a couple of books that seemed to have escaped my notes.

First up are the escapees. I decided I wanted to take a look at some classic time travel books because of the notions I have in mind for Vortex Worlds. Non-review stuff—the less-than-stellar sales of Vision of Alliance have pretty much decided for me that the Goddess’s Vision trilogy is just not going to be what I do for 2026. Which means part of 2025 ended up being a loss, oh well. Apparently no one wants to read epic fantasy with powerful women, including a disabled protagonist with hella lot of agency. So be it.

Vortex Worlds has time travel in it, along with a multiverse, so I decided I wanted to review some older work, then look at newer stuff. So I’m starting with a couple of classics—Poul Anderson’s Time Patrol stories as well as Fritz Leiber’s The Big Time.

The Big Time has had some visits from the Suck Fairy, given that the main female characters are…well…”entertainers.” But it’s a closed room mystery drama as well, because the Spiders locked into the Time War have somehow been shoved into a protected space while time goes weird around them—and one of the characters just started a bomb ticking. It was an okay read, but the characters were…well, products of their era. There’s more than a few tropes that have become cliches in this day and age, and it is more about characters figuring out this problem rather than it being time travel.

The Poul Anderson—a collection of four Time Patrol stories in Guardians of Time also has a dose of Suck Fairy visitation. Each story except for the last one revolves more or less about men getting stuck in the past, ending up liking it better before they were retrieved to return to women in their time who…know less about them than the women those men knew in the past. The final story is about a big muckup by fanatics wanting to create a new order which changes a LOT of history. Which…that story made me very, very glad that time travel is strictly fantasy because the baddie ideology is far too reminiscent of…certain thought leaders in this era.

Each story features all sorts of workarounds to fix time anomalies and, well…the plots are good, even if the characterization is not the best.

Next up is a nonfiction read. Glitz, Glam, and a Damn Good Time: How Mamie Fish, Queen of the Gilded Age, Partied Her Way to Power, by Jennifer Wright. Which—well, the title says it all. Think we’ve seen excess? Oh, let me tell you, Mamie Fish could still outperform a certain coterie around a particular presidential property in Palm Beach. Fish definitely introduced the concept of over-the-top partying and it shows. Parties for dogs? Oh yes. And more. It was a world of competitive partying, though rather formal and staid until Fish came on the scene and decided to compete by creating more and more spectacles…right up to the Depression. An interesting read, but far too close to what we’re seeing these days for a lot of comfort.

Next comes a duology from D. E. Stevenson, Celia’s House and Listening Valley. Celia’s House covers the inheritance of a property by an unexpected couple, in trust for an as-yet unborn daughter who will share the name of the bequeather. We end up seeing the heiress toward the end of the book, and there’s a parallelism between the two Celias and their romance. Listening Valley covers side characters from Celia’s House, though we see Celia as well. Both books are lovely little stories about how an overlooked and humble adopted family member comes into her own. I’m beginning to see that theme frequently in Stevenson’s work.

I also read Julia Cooke’s Starry and Restless: Three Women Who Changed Work, Writing, and the World, about Emily (Mickey) Hahn, Martha Gellhorn, and Rebecca West. Three ground-breaking journalist/writer women whose work made a huge impression, especially when it came to covering wars. It was a fascinating read in so many ways, but oh, the price they paid, especially when they tried to marry and have children. Their story is very much like Jessica Mitford’s, including the struggle with domestic life. I learned some things I hadn’t known, such as Rebecca West’s affair with H.G. Wells.

Nevertheless, these three women were amongst those who became the foundation for many modern woman journalists, and moved the perception of female journalists as either being tied down to domestic/home coverage or as “stunt girls.” It’s a good read. And, on a personal note, one of the pictures in the book of Mickey Hahn with US Army troops at Monte Cassino may include my father—at least, one picture looked an awful lot like he would have in pictures I’ve seen of him at that age, and he was at Monte Cassino (I have a vague memory of him talking about that battle).

And finally, the Did Not Finish. I’ve only read Thomas McGuane’s short work, so when I saw his Nothing but Blue Skies book I picked it up, expecting a nice read. Well. About halfway through I got tired of the male midlife crisis story, especially since it started out trying to read like a Tom Robbins book. Nonetheless, it didn’t engage me.

That’s it for now.

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