Silky Blue

Silky Blue

Faux leather jacket
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River Island cream skirt
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Stuart weitzman heels
$185 –

H&M leather shoes
$20 –

Navy jewelry

$20 –

Marchesa Runway Reinterpreted for Casual Wear

Marchesa Runway Reinterpreted for Casual Wear

Gucci v neck shirt
$300 –

Minuet Petite cardigan
$41 –

Alexander mcqueen jewelry
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By Terry terry

So Much Shiny!

A less self-indulgent post, in which I essentially just run around squeeing about all the Mad Science I’ve found this week.

Bug protects itself by turning its environment to gold.

Mass meditation prevents violent crime.

The Four Georges: Born To Rule (okay, so that one’s history)

Brain Frequencies

The Art of Eating Insects (an emminently sustainable source of animal protein!)

Shark embryos can freeze (in their eggs!) to avoid predators.

And last but not least:

First detailed sex video of deep-sea squid. As if you’re not going to click the link just for the title of that one. Heh.


Once again, it’s been nearly a month since I last posted. *sigh*. So much for the new year’s resolution about more timely blogging😛 Anyway, the last few weeks have been very nearly literally insane, what with school starting back (meaning full time work for me) and the kid starting daycare (3 days a week) and year 11 camp this week and the kid’s first birthday party and everyone in the entire extended family (well nearly, plus a significant proportion of the neighbours) getting ridiculously and horribly (and contagiously) sick.

So you know. Not really much that’s blog-worthy.

I do, as ever, have a bunch of half-finished posts in the works, and will endeavour to finish those up and post at some point in the hopefully-near future. In the meantime, a small squee over the fact that the new outline for Jesscapades/Eskapades has Official Twin Approval – so, going to try to make myself work on that regularly. Ish.

Also, I’m writing an SFR novella about Jinna and a turtle ship. It’s a living, thinking, gloriously wonderful spaceship, and it really does make me go squee. Happy days.

Anyway. It’s 11pm, and even though I only just finished dinner 10 mins ago, I really do need to go to bed.

Blogging: it shall be happening! #Rawr.


Lookit me, meme-ing… And yes, I totes copied and pasted, because I am technically out of town right now (it’s complicated), and net access is limited. Meh.🙂


There are the books everyone has heard about: Twilight, Hunger Games, Fifty Shades of Gray. But there are soooo many more books out there just waiting to be discovered. And that’s what this blog hop is all about.

This blog hop is like a game of tag. One author posts and tags a few other authors who link back to their website the next week and tag five new authors. If you follow the blog hop long enough, you’re bound to find some books you’ll love! Maybe you’ll even discover a book that ends up being the next big thing.


1: What is the title of your book? The one I am working on at the moment – one that I actually hope to make available by the end of the year – is Marked.

2: Where did the idea come from for the book? A lot of my favourite works-in-progress have stemmed from dreams, but Marked is a notable exception. It started with a phrase – the hunter and the hunted (which was originally the title) – and a concept – tigers as gods of the people. I think, reading the original notes document, that it was possibly also a documentary that I watched about tigers.

3: What genre does your book fall under? Fantasy, I suppose. The characters are sentient tigers, and there is a little magic involved🙂

4: Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition? …Any who were furry and orange and striped? O:) This would probably have to be CGI if it were made into a film😉

5: What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book? A tiger guard is driven by starvation to defy his religion’s greatest commandment and eat a human, sparking war between the species and driving him into a destructive spiral of guilt.

6: Who is your publisher? Unpublished as yet.

7: How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript? Sept ’09 to Feb ’10, off and on. This is possibly the point to mention that it’s a novella, about 25,000 words, not a novel😉

8: What other books would you compare this story to within your genre? …You know, I honestly don’t know of anything else like this! If anyone does, I’d love to hear about it🙂

9: Who or What inspired you to write this book? Oddly enough, the main character. Once I had the idea of a tiger who was charged by his god with guarding humanity, driven by hunger to eat a human, I knew I had to write the story for his sake. It sounds silly, I know, but poor Avinash is so broken over the resulting war and the destruction of his tribe, I wanted to write the story to show him that no one is beyond redemption – no matter what great evil we may do, there is always hope if we want it.

10: What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest? Tigers! Magic! Interspecies relationships! Telepathy! Death in stone jungle temples! Guilt! Despair! More death and fighting! MORE TIGERS! Crazy twisted, deeply disturbed characters (well, one at least)! A happy ending! Marked: coming soon to an estore near you😀


And now I’m supposed to nominate someone to pass this on to, but I’m not really into tagging people with memes, so instead, leave a link in the comments if you decide to complete the meme!🙂

The Education of a Witch

Which could also be titled, “The Education of a Large Segment of the Population Deemed to be ‘Bad'”. Anyway, you should really go and read this short story by Ellen Klages, who had been added to my ‘authors to investigate’ list because this story is just… intelligentheartbreakingrealhonesttrue.

Here’s the comment I posted to Ada Hoffmann’s blog, who initally linked to the story.

Yes, [Lizzy is treated almost entirely as a problem and not a person, and there seems to be no one willing to acknowledge that she’s feeling scared and abandoned,] although there’s almost a touch of understanding when Mrs Dickens goes ‘ah, new baby, of course’. I confess, I hoped at that point that Mrs Dickens would know what was going on and had isolated Lizzy in order to come talk to her about witches being real but that she had to be responsible with her talents etc etc… Mm, been reading too much Pratchett lately, I think. (Not that it is ‘too much’, just that my expectations were clearly set too high).

I feel ridiculously sorry for Lizzy; I love that she’s challenging the dominant narrative; I am annoyed at the parents for their blatant disrespect for that, and depressed because so many adults do exactly that.

I didn’t read the ending as intented murder, though. The narrative says she was angry at Mum and the baby and wotsie, the boy, so she made the boy’s nose bleed. She’s drawing up the fire at the end not to kill anyone (though granted that may be an unintended consequence) but to express her anger, something that no one has been allowing her to do before now.

Kids are not born knowing how to express their emotions. It’s something adults are supposed to teach them as they grow up. Poor Lizzy has no one even ACKNOWLEDGING her emotions, let alone showing her how to appropriately express them – of course she’s going to let them out any way she can.

But for me, this was not the least bit creepy, and was terribly, terribly sad. Horrific, yes, but not in the scary-creepy-horror story sense. Rather in the ‘that is so tragic it is horrifying’ sense.

Heartbreaking. Absolutely heartbreaking. A very intelligent and commanding story.


Basically, it boils down to something it’s trendy to call ‘ageism’, which frankly as a term I do not like, simply because a lot of people (willfully) misunderstand it to mean that children should be given free rein. However, this is a misunderstanding caused by a conflation of the two concepts ‘rights’ and ‘freedom’, and a whole lot of nineteenth century notions about the supremacy of the individual versus society, etc and so on. Having equal rights does not entail being allowed to do whatever the hell you like.

Ageism, therefore, is not about treating kids the same as adults, i.e. never telling them what to do, not forcing them to do anything they don’t want to, etc (why? because frankly that’s stupid and unhealthy :P), but rather about giving children equal RESPECT to adults – which, ultimately, is what we actually mean when we talk about ‘equal rights’ anyway. Equal doesn’t mean identical, and there is no way that everyone on the planet ever CAN have identical lives – also, HOW BLAND. Rather, we want everyone to be equally respected, and have access to things based on that respect. Though, dude, clean water and food would be a nice way to begin with the ‘equal means identical’ thing.

Ahem. Sidetracking. My specialty. Ageism, therefore, is a concept that refers to the way that children are discriminated against not in the behavioural sense per se, but in terms of respect for their emotions. People who say ‘Oh, I wish /I/ was a baby again!’ (and with a currently-10-month-old, yes, I’ve heard that several times in the last year) MAKE ME MAD. OH, SO YOU’D LOVE TO BE UNABLE TO MOVE YOURSELF AROUND, TEND TO YOUR OWN BASIC NEEDS, COMMUNICATE ANYTHING BUT THE MOST BASIC OF CONCEPTS (smiling or crying), EXPERIENCE HORRIBLE PAIN THAT IS ALSO TERRIFYING BECAUSE HEY, WHAT THE HELL IS THIS FEELING THAT I HAVE NEVER EVER FELT BEFORE AND WHY DOES IT HURT AND WILL IT EVER STOP AND HOW DO I KNOW I’M NOT DYING? (Also known as stomach upsets and teething). Oh YES, being a baby sounds FREAKING AWESOME. NOT.

And yet, there are people out there to whom I have said almost exactly that (though I promise, with less capitalisation), who still go – eh, they get to sleep all day and don’t have to do anything.

Way to completely dismiss someone else’s humanity, moron. A cow gets to sleep all day and do nothing too. Maybe you’d be better off bovine.

So. If you haven’t yet, go read the story. It’s a beautiful (if fantastic ;)) example of what happens when children’s emotions are dismissed as not real, or not real enough, or simply just not as real as adult feelings. Guys, I REMEMBER being a child. Compared to life now, sure, I had it good; most kids do. But at this time, being a kid is all you know, and pain still hurts. Give the little people* some respect.


* And yes, all of this is a large part of the reason why the 10-mth-old has been called Small Person and Small Boy his entire life. I feel awkward calling him a baby, because it’s too close to synonymous with ‘squidgy thoughtless blob’, and he is anything but. He IS a person – just a very small, very inexperienced one.