Seven Years

On January 4th 2013, I published my first ever blog post. In the seven years since, I’ve published a post (on average) once every not-quite-three days. That’s 879 posts – 880 if you count this one.

So I think it’s time to take a sabbatical – an unspecified period of time during which I will consider what I have done over the last seven years; whether, after my seven years’ labour, I’ve found myself with Rachel or Leah (and, indeed, what “Rachel” and “Leah” represent in this case); and what the future should look like.

Gauffier - Jacob venant trouver les filles de Laban 01

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Minding My Own BISAC

BISAC codes, as I discovered while preparing to publish Restoration Day, are basically subdivisions of genre. And sub-subdivisions, and so forth. Not content with classifying a book as Fiction, they will go further and classify it as, say, Mystery & Detective. And then break it down further: Hard-Boiled? Or is it Cozy? And if Cozy, then Cats & Dogs, Crafts, Culinary, or General?

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I Learned A Word!

It’s always good to discover a word for something you know about but have always had to describe in the past, for want of knowing its name.

While working on the third draft of The Wound of Words, I discovered the word girandole. A girandole is a sort of decorative multi-branched candleholding apparatus, frequently wall-mounted rather than ceiling mounted (as with chandeliers), and sometimes backed with mirror for extra light-shedding and sparkliness.

Louis XV Giltwood Mirrored Girandoles

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