Luto: (verb) I fight (noun) in mourning
Spotted in: I Don’t Remember Being Born To Please You, by Mirna Wabi-Sabi, Gods&Radicals.
Musings and marginalia from a freelance writer
Luto: (verb) I fight (noun) in mourning
Spotted in: I Don’t Remember Being Born To Please You, by Mirna Wabi-Sabi, Gods&Radicals.
Today being St. Patrick’s Day, and with half my family coming from ‘over the water I would like to wish all you good readers, kittlings & Drekheads slainte mhaith, or good luck & good health.
Slainte mhaith; slaa-n-jhe wah (Ulster dialect), or Slaww-n-Sha wah (most common).
And because the goodly Padraig also shares his feast day with Saint Gertrude of Nivelles (called the patron saint of cats) I will also share this titbit of disturbing news:
The Kitten now knows how to open cupboards…IS NOTHING SAFE!?
Editing can be a harsh mistress [sometimes]. I’ve taken to [occasionally] rereading through my old work at irregular intervals. A [sort of] year-in-review [maybe], even if the pieces [usually] aren’t published. Work out where my writing [most of the time] falls down – and these are phrases [that seems] groovy and ‘literary’ at the time, but now appear cluttered and indecisive.
Ah me oh my…
sometimes
most of the time
occasionally
vaguely
usually
often
seems
maybe
sort of