Due to my job for almost three decades I prefered to read short stories. Otherwise I might not have stumbled upon this very book. I did not regret. Good luck with tracking down, Sue.
Not only are the swallows back, but in my AMS persona I may be rising from my bloggish slumber, possibly, perhaps, not sure... (see https://andrewmaclaren-scott.blogspot.com if it works). Meantime Don QuiScottie turns to the more sensible Andrew, still at https://andrewrscott.blogspot.com and sighs... Dulcinia and Margaret exchange glances, muttering, "whatever next, or not, from this master of indecision?" The house seems busy, even when I am alone. How are you Seanso? I have become a grandfather, too. I do still live, alive.
My eyes have been swallowing your words with delight, grandpa. Please pass on my congratulations. What is grandchild's name? Oh, and I see AMS has been pretty loquacious yesterday and today. How cometh? Never mind, I immediately added you to my seldom borings, again. Seanso and his faithful donkey are looking forward to new adventures with Don QuiScottie [hopefully they will do his old bones good] and send their most humble regards to Dulcinea and Lady Margaret.
What should Robin Scott Mountford think of his grandad? So, no evasive manoeuvres via square plastiths keythings. How cometh you turned from taciturnity to loquaciousness?! Straight answer!
I am not sure that I have turned from taciturnity, but I did decide to put up a specific webpage for the Andrew MacLaren-Scott books and experiment a little with turning previously written attempts at poetry into paragraphs, which may (or may not) continue. Meantime, I am very, and pleasantly, busy with my serious and profitable writing. I hope that you are well old pal. Our grandson is very comfortable in Margaret's arms but looks more puzzled and questioning in mine, quietly unsure, probably with good reason.
That sounds good. Yesterday night visiting your site, I noticed your poetry presented in the shape of prosa. Interesting! Meantime, I see Robin Scott Mountford sitting in front of Don QuiScottie whilst Rosinante is galopping to let both fighting naughty windmills. Be sure your old pal Seanso and his faithful donkey will be close behind you.
Oh! Short after my first comment was successfully sent I had to notice comments are not welcome at Mr Scott's newly installed site. Why advertise for someone who declares comments undesirable? Herewith I consider Mr Scott's newly installed site "boring".
She sounds right up my alley. I may try and track down her memoir. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteDue to my job for almost three decades I prefered to read short stories. Otherwise I might not have stumbled upon this very book. I did not regret.
DeleteGood luck with tracking down, Sue.
Sembla una història amb un final obert... així la imaginació fa la resta.
ReplyDeleteAferradetes, Sean.
Open end stories have a special charm, don't they?
DeleteAferradetes, Paula.
Not only are the swallows back, but in my AMS persona I may be rising from my bloggish slumber, possibly, perhaps, not sure... (see https://andrewmaclaren-scott.blogspot.com if it works). Meantime Don QuiScottie turns to the more sensible Andrew, still at https://andrewrscott.blogspot.com and sighs... Dulcinia and Margaret exchange glances, muttering, "whatever next, or not, from this master of indecision?" The house seems busy, even when I am alone. How are you Seanso? I have become a grandfather, too. I do still live, alive.
ReplyDeleteMy eyes have been swallowing your words with delight, grandpa. Please pass on my congratulations. What is grandchild's name?
DeleteOh, and I see AMS has been pretty loquacious yesterday and today. How cometh?
Never mind, I immediately added you to my seldom borings, again.
Seanso and his faithful donkey are looking forward to new adventures with Don QuiScottie [hopefully they will do his old bones good] and send their most humble regards to Dulcinea and Lady Margaret.
Robin Scott Mountford is thriving well
Delete...but your "how cometh?" puzzlement puzzles me. One presseth square plastiths keythings and words come hence, or perhaps thence, but they cometh.
DeleteWhat should Robin Scott Mountford think of his grandad? So, no evasive manoeuvres via square plastiths keythings.
DeleteHow cometh you turned from taciturnity to loquaciousness?! Straight answer!
I am not sure that I have turned from taciturnity, but I did decide to put up a specific webpage for the Andrew MacLaren-Scott books and experiment a little with turning previously written attempts at poetry into paragraphs, which may (or may not) continue. Meantime, I am very, and pleasantly, busy with my serious and profitable writing. I hope that you are well old pal. Our grandson is very comfortable in Margaret's arms but looks more puzzled and questioning in mine, quietly unsure, probably with good reason.
DeleteThat sounds good.
DeleteYesterday night visiting your site, I noticed your poetry presented in the shape of prosa. Interesting!
Meantime, I see Robin Scott Mountford sitting in front of Don QuiScottie whilst Rosinante is galopping to let both fighting naughty windmills.
Be sure your old pal Seanso and his faithful donkey will be close behind you.
Oh! Short after my first comment was successfully sent I had to notice comments are not welcome at Mr Scott's newly installed site.
DeleteWhy advertise for someone who declares comments undesirable?
Herewith I consider Mr Scott's newly installed site "boring".