Writers google a lot of weird shit. I dread to think how many flags I’ve raised with the intelligence security services [heyah NSA *waves*] over the years, but today’s Novel of Great Worth saw me on: Maxillopoda, winch systems, and Mandragora.
Musings and marginalia from a freelance writer
“The day god feeds all his sparrows”: a delightful Yorkshire phrase given to me by an older neighbour, used by his father for the day of every week that his pension credit came in. Source: David Downing, Cymru.
Mirry-Dancers: The Aurora Borealis (Shetland Isles, UK)*.
*nb. My much more adventurous partner, on the quest for the story of wool, just got back from the Shetland Islands so expect a lot more halliget wirds!