Sharpening the quill

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Deep in the perilous realms of the grammatical jungle a lone figure stalks silently, pausing occasionally to sharpen the quill, its only weapon. With fierce determination it hunts the elusive comma, the errant exclamation mark and the dreaded reflexive pronoun…. From out of nowhere, a typo appears, starkly horrifying in its blatant nakedness, laughing wildly as it romps across the page intent on escape….

It sort of feels that way sometimes, this editing malarkey.

With three books in the editing process and due for imminent release I’m going cross-eyed hunting the darned things. The Osiriad and The Living One I have already mentioned. Heart of Albion: Tales from the Wondrous Head I may have neglected to tell you about yet…But rest assured I will in due course…

Meanwhile I am also working on the upcoming Silent Eye event in Glastonbury in a little over a week’s time, so I could really do with maid service to ferry me coffee… and possibly the occasional biscuit… Though Ani does make me stop and play occasionally… well, frequently to be fair.

The little shelf by my knees is perfect, apparently, for stowing her toys.. then she sits at my feet, gazing up in alert expectancy till I throw something. Tonight we have had hedgehogs flying round the room. Not, I hasten to add, live ones.. or dead, thank goodness… just the stuffed, squeaky version. It makes a change from tennis balls… they may be in the garden and as it is raining Madam has occupied three quarters of the sofa in disgust.

I’m trying to get everything ready to go as I will be gallivanting this weekend… recharging my batteries, possibly refuelling with something grape-related, in the north. And it would be nice to combine that with pushing the relevant buttons on the new books…

So it is, of course, the perfect time for the computer to decide it is overworked, underpaid and it is going to indulge in a militant go-slow action. It decides it will wait till a critical moment when I have just pressed something major… like ‘delete’…and freezes…

… staying frozen for minutes at a time…

… every few minutes….

Tufts of hair are flying, fingernails are gnawed to the quick…

… and then the cavalry steps in, looking suspiciously like a cross between an angel and my eldest son…. and suddenly Christmas comes early and dangled before my covetous eyes is something with more memory than a small herd of pachyderms, that rejoices in the name of The Bulldozer.

It is black, arrayed with mean looking fins and an acronymical weaponry I have never even heard of… and it means business. Twenty-first century here I come! 🙂


Meanwhile this seems a perfect spot to indulge in a little shameless promotion for The Initiate, our romp across the landscape investigating the mystical blue light found at certain sacred sites and Sword of Destiny, a magical tale of adventure in a landscape peopled by the Old Ones.

If you haven’t seen the books, do have a look by clicking the links. And if you haven’t seen the event… why not have a look and see if you would care to join us?

Now, if you’ll excuse me, there is a small tribe of semi-colons nibbling at my ankles and there may even be an alliteration or two lurking in the undergrowth…..

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
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16 Responses to Sharpening the quill

  1. Hope you have a good trip, Sue, a ferocious re-charge on your batteries, and something grape related. Have you morphed into a comma whisperer? WG


  2. vicbriggs says:

    haha promote away 🙂 And best of luck with your writing and editing x


  3. your humor is positively delightful


  4. I admire your vigilance in the face of the typo onslaught. Maybe your computer was knocked out by the rain of hedge-hogs. Do you call the technician of the exterminator? My sympathies for this plague which sounds to be of positively biblical proportions. As usual your sharp, witty style is an inspiration.


    • Sue Vincent says:

      It may have been the hedgehogs… or perhaps the cookie crumbs…or possibly the fact that it is more of a dinosaur than a pachyderm…

      Be that as it may, the filial cavalry is having The Bulldozer stuffed with software and it arrives next week…

      … while I panic quietly, wrap the docs and images in tissue paper and wonder if all the files will survive the move…

      *chuckles* Me, I’d have just threatened it with a sledgehammer… usually works.. 😉


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  6. tiramit says:

    A lovely post. ‘there is a small tribe of semi-colons nibbling at my ankles’… wonderful. I used it in my post with a pingback to you here. Thank you.


  7. ksbeth says:

    hang in there, it is an exciting time. glad you are taking breaks and happy the cavalry is all around you. it will all be done soon and well worth it )


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