We’d be a disgrace to Goth kind if we didn’t blog on the best day of the year to wish everyone a happy Halloween. As you can see, we decided to be pirates this year. The doomed pirates from the Mary Celeste. They didn’t have girl pirates then but we like bending the rules. If we’d been alive then we might have been pirates. We’d also like to welcome our niece to the world. Brooke Amy Katelyn was born 3 weeks ago so congrats to our sister Sarah and her fiancé Craig. Naturally we bought Brooke lots of Halloween outfits and when she looks at the photos when she’s older she may never forgive us.
Been pretty busy lately. One of our Renault 4’s threw a tantrum after we’d spent days de-rusting and repainting the pair of them (which resulted in rust going in Cat’s eye, and staying there until her eye was so swollen and bloodshot she was forced to spend the night awake. But when the choice is all night agony or A and E 2:30 on a Saturday morning, she wisely chose the pain.) Anyway, the damn yellow R4 blew its gasket on a test run after messing with the points. We were like a mobile fog machine, crawling along the main road rendering other drivers blind. Any drivers who wouldn’t let us turn back into our street got a faceful of white fumes in retaliation. Never mess with R4’s. They’re a temperamental, angry species. Our garage didn’t want to touch it and we love the car (despite the many times it’s broken down in the cold) so we figured, we’ve got a Haynes manual and a toolkit and heaps of enthusiasm, what more do we need? So we took it apart. Dismantled the carburettor, removed the alternator and everything connected to the cylinder head then carefully removed the cylinder head. Sure enough, tiny hole in the gasket. After getting a replacement we’re now in the process of re-fitting everything and praying to the god of R4’s that it works when it’s completed. Or we’ll be having serious words with the yellow Renault. We’re sure he hates us.
In between dealing with stroppy cars we’ve been writing, as always. Currently working on a comedy diary style piece about social phobes attempting to find friends, based on our own disastrous yet tragically funny experiences. As well as redrafting our current novels, writing poetry and working on short stories. Just had a rave rejection for another one – they said we “clearly have the necessary tools of the writing trade” and thought our descriptions were “brilliantly evocative.” We’re getting there.
Our laptop’s died again so we’ve been forced to buy yet another adapter. It costs the same as the royalties we’re getting from 8Hours. Kind of ironic.
So, Happy Halloween. We’re off to stuff our faces with coffin cake, play ducking apples and dance Thriller really badly.
C L Raven. No-one’s going to save us from the beast about to strike. Mwa ha ha ha ha!
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