Saturday, 29 January 2011
Tuesday, 18 January 2011
Word clouds
My novel, Darlington Frigg, as a word cloud. For those of you unfamiliar with the concept, references which come up the most frequently are represented largest. Quite simple, really. On the whole, I'm fairly pleased with this result. I just need to refine my use of "just"...
Wordle
Wordle
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Saturday, 15 January 2011
Things to do when you should be commenting on writing, #1
A spin off from the "Things to do when you should be writing" series... Many thanks to all the artists / critics involved.
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Saturday, 8 January 2011
The St Petersburg Times
What is it?" she asked once more, scanning Raskolnikov intently, and weighing the pledge in her hand.
"A thing... cigarette case.... Silver.... Look at it."
"It does not seem somehow like silver.... How he has wrapped it up!"
Trying to untie the string and turning to the window, to the light (all her windows were shut, in spite of the stifling heat), she left him altogether for some seconds and stood with her back to him. He unbuttoned his coat and freed the axe from the noose, but did not yet take it out altogether, simply holding it in his right hand under the coat. His hands were fearfully weak, he felt them every moment growing more numb and more wooden. He was afraid he would let the axe slip and fall.... A sudden giddiness came over him.
"But what has he tied it up like this for?" the old woman cried with vexation and moved towards him.
"A thing... cigarette case.... Silver.... Look at it."
"It does not seem somehow like silver.... How he has wrapped it up!"
Trying to untie the string and turning to the window, to the light (all her windows were shut, in spite of the stifling heat), she left him altogether for some seconds and stood with her back to him. He unbuttoned his coat and freed the axe from the noose, but did not yet take it out altogether, simply holding it in his right hand under the coat. His hands were fearfully weak, he felt them every moment growing more numb and more wooden. He was afraid he would let the axe slip and fall.... A sudden giddiness came over him.
"But what has he tied it up like this for?" the old woman cried with vexation and moved towards him.
He had not a minute more to lose. He
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