I'm patting myself on the back for two reasons today. Not only did my lads give an entertaining account of themselves (yes - note that word: 'entertaining') against Birmingham to start the new season off with 3 points and 63 home games unbeaten (not to mention Manure's humbling draw), but MORE IMPORTANTLY - my draft of 'Livia' is complete! Those of you who have followed this sad little tale of woe will know that I was struggling with a Tolstoyan word count earlier on, and now find that my comp
I now find that my drafted Livia has reached the sprawling mass of 92,000 words and she's only just escaping from Perusia. This means that unless some drastic editing is done, by the time we reach 35BC where I propose to end this first part of her story, the book will be pushing towards epic proportions. And so I set about pruning; weeding out gorgeous little cameo characters that have been a joy to create but who can be sacrificed as they add nothing to the overall story. I look through, re-
I haven't blogged for ages - which is something I must rectify. However, I will recommence my musings by admitting to a terrible vice. I AM OBSESSED WITH LARA CROFT. There - I've said it. You must think what you will. As a female I have the inherent ability to multi-task. This means that I will be able to complete my review on Severus; scrape together something vaguely erudite about Dixon's Reading Roman Women; visit the Forum every day to read new posts and contribute to any that take my
Inspired by the disenchanted posts now appearing from our UNRV members, I take the liberty of cutting and pasting a blog I actually wrote on 18th January this year, originally posted by me on 'Why Space'. It's harsh but it is how I feel.
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Decline and Fall - another closet-opening admission
Current mood: disappointed
Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities
So the second series of the HBO/BBC c
I read through my re-drafted draft of the re-drafted draft of Parts 1 and 2 of my Livia work-in-progress last night. To anyone who has not yet realised that I am a crazy aspiring novelist with a toxicity fetish, let me clear this up now. I have been drafting things for many years. I once got as far as sending something to Macmillan many years ago, to be told that I could definitely write and should choose a more modern subject as Rome was not the order of the day. Bugger 'em - I thought. So
So this is a Roman site, but I must be indulged here. Today I watched my beloved Blues win the Carling Cup against a young Arsenal side that gave us a bloody good run for our money. But all that was nothing. Around the hour mark in the match our Captain, John Terry, was stretchered off after swallowing his tongue and being KO'd for a whole 5 minutes, after a sickening (accidental) injury in the penalty box. Despite being a central defender, he went in for an attacking header and firmly conne
And so I prepare to compose my first blog. A little explanation is perhaps required about the figs. The blame for this obsession is to be laid very firmly at the feet of our dear Pertinax, who, through posting a video clip taken from Episode 4 of Claudius, has now made figs synonymous with my cyber-personality. It was something that tickled my fancy and I am grateful to our Pertinax for it. I wonder if he knows that the esteemed lady did in fact cultivate her own fig tree at Prima Porta, na
