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So my friend came knocking on my door at 1am last night, frightened out of her wits and asking if she could stay the night because she’d made the terrible error of speaking with her male neighbour and trusting him not to try and sexually assault her when he was in her house. Even as she cried and threatened to call the police if he didn’t leave, he demanded to know why she’d invited him into her house in the first place, as if he’s some fucking vampire and she was in a horror novel.

Of course, because someone was hammering on my own door at 1am last night, I had first tried to hush my barking dog because I was initially afraid someone had come to hurt me.

I had to sit up with her and calm her down and explain, again and again, that it wasn’t her fault, she doesn’t owe him anything and that I won’t hold with victim-blaming. It breaks my heart that a well-educated psychologist still was shocked that she wasn’t being automatically blamed for what had happened.

When you men’s rights clowns rant about feminism going ‘too far’ and how we privileged western women need to shut the fuck up because we’re equal now and things are fine, please come visit me so I can punch you in the fucking face.

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It's nearly 4pm and I still need to wash my clothes, take the dog for a long walk, eat, clean out the freezer, vacuum and tidy my bedroom.

I've spent the day writing drabbles at VC Media and a YA short story for tomorrow's Cimmerian Tales blog.


Well, maybe on the getting nagged by an impatient collie part.

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Toxteth Cemetery

So having a hyperactive border collie for a housemate means I have to take her on super!power!walks after work each afternoon. I take her to the wide expanses of Sefton Park via a shortcut through Toxteth Cemetery.

Welp. I love cemeteries, as most of you know. And this one possibly has my ancestors in it (I have found Gordons and Lowrys but I like to check and double-check connections first) and it's simply fascinating, as it bears the hallmarks of a maritime city and reflects Liverpool's status as Gateway to the World during the 1800s and early part of the 20th century.


The awesome entrance that would be better illustrated by someone with any talent at photography. :p

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What are the haps?

Everything's been so, so busy lately that I haven't had time to do anything on the internets (not having a connection at home at the moment probably doesn't help). It also means that I've neglected Awesome Community (if I do say so) vc_media , but that'll change from Monday when I'm back online properly. 

So first there was Thassos in May, and that was lovely and Greek and I'd totally go there again. Then there was work being crazy and changing roles and all that business.

Then there was California:


 I need to write a full report on that but there was San Francisco and Alcatraz and the Golden Gate and Santa Cruz and Monterrey and Santa Barbara and Los Angeles and the Rock of Ages premiere (okay, standing there squinting at Zac Efron) and Paramount Studios and the Community set (okay, so the set was closed up, but we saw the library ~woo) and San Diego and Seaworld and Tijuana and Bakersfield and Paso Robles and all that palaver. It was amazeballs. And completely exhausting.

The day I returned from America, I had to travel down to Bristol - I literally had to struggle not to vomit, I was that exhausted (who vomits when tired, ffs?) spent 15 hours in a sleep coma and then travelled down south to pick up this little monster for my parents:


Then Ellie the Collie and I moved into a house in Liverpool that weekend, which required moving a lot of stuff around and haplessly getting my mum to fix it up for me because I have no creative skills when it comes to home decor and getting the phone line switched on and begging the water company to count me as a real person and not cut the supply off and boring things like shopping for fucking dustpans and bin liners.


Pretty much how I feel right now.

So this is my life now. I'm domestic, y'all. A little over two weeks ago I was all screaming my head off on a rollercoaster in Santa Cruz and today I'm wondering how to paint my spare bedroom.


Cimmerian Tales

As I mentioned in an earlier post, I'm taking part in a writing group where we post up to 1,500 words on a prompt chosen by one of the three writers. The genre is YA, and we're terrible and embrace The Dark Stuff.

It's just a bit of fun and given my alarming propensity to writing only when given a strict deadline (not one essay in university wasn't written the night before), it's a good way to try and tighten writing and editing skills, and learn my ~original fiction voice.

I can't promise you a great read. I'm not so sure of myself when writing original stuff than fanfic, and sometimes one prompt will speak to me more than another. But if you care to read or just like to point and laugh at me literally writing a story within an hour and weeping profusely with panic as I do it, here's the link to this week's story: The Descent.

My co-writers are talented, measured and inspiring people whom I hope will Teach Me Things. So, you know, I recommend them.

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I like to walk the dog of a night, when the village is all quiet and nice. But I’m getting too scared to walk by the school. There’s a dog nearby that howls like the werewolf in An American Werewolf in London. I’m not kidding. It makes my blood run cold every time I hear it.

BRB running home.

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Photo of the day

Ellie should really have been called Linus - when she's tired or feeling a little too collieish and naughty, she will carry a blanket around in her teeth and suck on it like a baby. I'm not sure where she learned this habit, but it's apparently pretty harmless and some dogs will do it all their lives.

I bought her this little doggy blanket because really, she's too small to be carrying around the blanket from her dog bed right now.

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Photo a day

I love all these photos people are posting from their daily lives, so I'm nicking the idea from [personal profile] kanata and doing my own. I have some random photos I've taken over the last couple of weeks, so I may cheat a little and use them when I don't have a good photo of the day.

Like this one, for example:

Liverpool skyline at night.

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