Topher Lydon

Poor Poor Hugo, you have no idea how right you are. i would say Poor Stoker, but you know HE loves it.

The Indomitable Madam Woo

Kulai City – Æuum – Bravo Site The air in Kulai City was a thick, humid blanket of sensation. It pressed in from all sides, carrying the scent of exotic spices, street food sizzling on unseen griddles, and the faint, sweet perfume of alien flowers that bloomed in bioluminescent gardens on the sides of buildings. The city was alive at night, a vibrant, chaotic symphony of noise that enveloped Wojciech and Stoker the moment they passed through

Working hard, there's a new Carter book in the pipeline, an Enrico one after that. And am working on some short stories

Challenge accepted. YOU know which of the boys is going to be the first to break something.

I wonder if she makes naughty Anachronauts write lines. I shall not create paradoxes that threaten the time line. I shall not create paradoxes that threaten the time line.

Never done that... a terribly small Saturn, but never a station wagon.

Not the oddest place I have ever found myself involved with someone. Victor, a boy I ended up in a very complicated and physical relationship with... and I, in a nuclear bunker, under a mountain, in one of the infamous "Chinese Dragons" (a series of very important mountains in China)... there is a photograph on my harddrive somewhere... not that you lot are EVER going to see that... just that ... well... Victor was a handful,

I mean, I didn't anticipate it at the time, I was kinda thinking about other things... The mud was just kind of there... LOL I swear the car that passed up that night must have seen something, and just decided to ignore the two boys dogging in a layby

Yep, *that* night was all kinds of conflicting moments, but it was one that Kevin showed me something I needed to know. Even though he couldn't say things, he showed me things... he turned up. He loved me without saying the words, he didn't have to sometimes. I just knew, like I know he did.

Jimmy. It was his middle name, truer than the one his father had given him before throwing him out, or the one his mother had left him with, for she wasn't strong enough to be a mother. It was as if the dice were loaded from the start. What else could he do? He could either fight, or quit. Naturally guess which one Jimmy had chosen. His legs dangled off the chalky cliffs of Beachy Head. The wind howled, and waves crashed against the rocks below. The famous lighthouse shone its beac

My good friend, Any time you want to borrow Stoker, go nuts. You know whole heartedly, what he will do to your plots

OMG... I DO know you... I mean KNOW know you... omg... Ian... wow... um... hey there. Now I am very pink.

Wasn't he though? Guy had Psycho written all over him. I got on with him, thankfully, but there was always that danger about him. And yes they were both out of my league as well, I mean I ended up in bed with the manager once, but that was a disaster and never went anywhere beyond "This is not working, I am going to sleep now" Kinda like sleeping with an older brother or something. Weird, awkward, and you know right away that it was not what you wanted. Still he was a great guy to know, lovely and genuine and he gave me some really good advice. This is driving me nuts now, I am running through all the guys I... *ahem* it's a long list... and TBH I mostly slept with Kevin back then. Do you remember Lynn? Short Lesbian, had that tiny tiny car, used to bus everyone up to Brighton and made me drive... Wait didn't you have, like, really soft hair?

The name... the face... oh God it's pushing at a memory. We've CERTAINLY had a drink together, I am sure of that... As for more... again there's something of a memory there... Ian, damnit why am I so old and can't remember things... Ian... It's in there and will come back to me. No I am SURE we've had a drink or two together. You were pretty cool if I am remembering... didn't you date... or go out with oh God's what was his name... ack I need more coffee... no I AM SURE I know/knew you. I was always in Waistcoats, looking like I always needed to have a sandwich. round glasses, gawky and weird. Come to think about you, you probably knew Kevin too.

Hell no, where's the fun in that? Up next : <REDACTED> My editor will kill me if I give out spoilers.

Cafe Blues, I knew the owner. Gay as anything, ex-army. Tried it on with him, but he and I weren't really a fit, still doesn't change that the guy was nice, wise, and kind. Damned if I can remember his name. I remember his on an off again Boyfriend, handsome guy if a bit... rough around the edges and unkind when he thought he was protecting someone. I was there when the place collapsed, bad luck, bad finances, and bad choices. So I have placed when you were there. :: detective Chris is on the Case:: I am endeavouring to figure out if I ever met you.

Citadel - Æuum – Delta Site The tendrils of incense curled through the air, their smoky ribbons carrying the scent of sandalwood and something ancient, deep in the Temple and away from the disappointed and confused crowd that was dispersing back to their own lives, be it Kulai city or one of the other streams. Murmurs of discontent and arguments over Stoker’s decision to reject the Aggregate still echoed as they tried to make se

My precious story... Stoker's ... It's like, ok sit still and be tied up. "I ain't bein' tied up, sorr." No no, you're bait. "Likes 'ell I is." NO STOKER sit still and wait your... why are you... oh gods... what did you do? "I tolds y' I ain't bait." :: face plams and stares at the ruins of a carefully laid plot arc :: you utter wanker. "I ain't sorry." I know... I know... oh I bloody know you're not.

GARRET That one... That one deserves a HOT ROCK in a very hot place next to a certain dictator from a certain war with a funny moustache. Oh that's going to be a rough one to write. That one was a wrecking ball through what was my life at the time. He was my ex-husband. And a mistake I ... yes... ok... That's an Ottawa Tale. Ok, I can certainly do that, but that's not a short one, nor is it pretty.

In Eastbourne, that was Kevin. Hands down. In my life, that was Wil, took him FIVE YEARS just to say "I love you" Drove my Mum nuts... "That boy will NEVER marry you!" (She HATED him) to this day I talk to Wil. One of the biggest supporters I have ever hand when it comes to my writing. Will Carter's namesake, and the basis for Andrew's character. i will write about him, if that's what you want. But be warned it is a tale of ... it's a weird one. Filled with musicians, rivalry between bands ala Scott Pilgrim, and snow... A F-tonne of SNOW...

That's the one, gods I remember the smells of that pub, and the two sets of landlords there. I knew a few hotel managers, dated a couple as well. I was there in 97-98(99), scrawny, scruffy guy with glasses surrounded by an army of Lesbians that wouldn't let any guy anywhere near their "pet" gay boi. Man the amount of guys they chased off... And I remember that expression as well, "God's Waiting Room" used it a time or two myself! Remember this one guy, Ed, he was my brother's boss, he was assistant manager of a hotel down near all the antique shops close to the police station. Lovely guy, and very kind. I just wan't in the headspace at the time to realize what was up and what was down.

Ha, they're Older than Stoker is. Let me tell you about Wil *the* ex's guitar picks... here I am YEARS after we were dating, and I have moved CONTINENTS, and somehow... SOMEHOW I still find his damn guitar picks in the oddest places and things. That's what I get for dating a musician and lowkey rockstar. We're talking waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay down the list, local level but was on the TV a few times. Ha, he used to come home proud as anything bragging about it, and I'd smile and nod, and ask him not to leave sheet music all over my apartment. OMG I still have his sheet music... man I am just the worst

I will follow this up with a Tales from Ottawa, and a Tales from Cambodia. Jimmy has a few stories, a fair few adventures. This is therapeutic for me, as I need a break after writing my daily Watcher's chapters, which are HEAVY and complex (in a wonderful way) writing something light and comedic also lets me look back over my rather disastrous love life HA! understatement of the Cent... um... two Centuries man I am old.... Tell you what, ask one question and I will write tomorrow's chapter on it, any subject you want to know regarding my adventures in terrible, manic, and crazy dating... You each get one

Which reminds me of a D&D story My friend Fletch, BIG BIRD, and the elemental plane of Bacon.