October 11, 2013

Be careful where you poke your nose

Filed under: things Rhiannon does not like — Rhiannon Lassiter @ 10:29 am

Yesterday I had a weird accident on a bus that resulting in me badly bruising (and hopefully not breaking) my nose and has now given it new character in the shape of a lightening bolt cut (perhaps future scar). Apart from my nose they only other thing harmed in the creation of this accident was a rather nice grey wool skirt that got rather a lot of blood on it. So I went to A&E with a bag of peas on my face – not for the stylishness although green is my colour – but for the frozenosity. It’s just as wel I did because I was there for four hours without any other treatment.

I am actually very lucky because in my 36 years on this planet I have never had to go to A&E before. All I knew about it is that it can take a long time so take a book. I am now a third of the way through What Lie Did I Tell by William Goldman.

Things I have learned about A&E:

  • This is not a customer service environment. The receptionists will not greet you or even acknowledge you for some time. When they do it will be unsmilingly and without any expression of sympathy. They will tell you to sit.
  • A nurse will collect you after about half an hour. Do not, due to bags of peas obscuring your vision, miss the sign saying to tell them if you are in pain because this is your only chance to get meds. When the nurse has seen you, you will be sent back to your chair.
  • When you are told the wait is an hour and a half do not be cross it is so long or pleased it is so short. That time is an estimate. You will be there for 4 hours and when you comment on this with surprise your friends will tell you your were lucky not to be there all night.
  • There is not a crack team of plastic surgeons who look like Dr Mark Sloan racing up to deal tenderly with your nose. You will go home with two small surgical strips, a expressed hope that it is not broken (but if it is, come back) and what will become an interesting Harry Potter lightening bolt scar. Your injury is minor and this is the minor injuries department. They do not care about your nose. They cannot tell if it is broken – you must look in a mirror and judge that for yourself.

At A&E they did not care about my nose. But you, oh internet, you have already proved you care with your tweets and facebook good wishes for the fate of my nose. Keep your fingers crossed for it. It has served me well in the past and I hope it has many long years of functionality ahead of it.

October 8, 2013

Twisted Winter out now

Filed under: book release,publishing news,short stories — Rhiannon Lassiter @ 4:35 pm

On the 26th of September, Twisted Winter: Chilling Takes from the Darkest Nights was released. It’s a collection edited by Catherine Butler with stories from Susan Cooper, Katherine Langrish, Liz Williams, Frances Hardinge, Frances Thomas, Rhiannon Lassiter and Catherine Butler herself.

My story is about Persephone and it’s called Home for the Holidays. Lynn Huggins-Cooper, author of Walking with Witches, reviewed the collection on Amazon and said of my story:

‘Home for the Holidays’ by Rhiannon Lassiter blew me away. The lyrical descriptions and a reworking of the Demeter/Persephone myth left me wanting more. The exploration of Persephone’s feelings and motivations was gripping – and the final line is still echoing in my head. Wonderful!

You can buy Twisted Winter from Amazon in print for £6.99 and for Kindle for £4.68. You can also buy it from the iTunes US store for $8.99.

If you’ve read it, let me know what you think here!

October 3, 2013

National Poetry Day: “The Taxis” by Louis MacNeice

Filed under: events,things Rhiannon likes — Rhiannon Lassiter @ 8:54 am

Today is National Poetry Day. In honour of the day, I’m sharing a poem I learned when I was about ten. My father always keeps a book of poetry in the car and I read and learned by heart many poems this way.

The Taxis
Louis MacNeice

In the first taxi he was alone tra-la,
No extras on the clock. He tipped ninepence
But the cabby, while he thanked him, looked askance
As though to suggest someone had bummed a ride.

In the second taxi he was alone tra-la
But the clock showed sixpence extra; he tipped according
And the cabby from out his muffler said: ‘Make sure
You have left nothing behind tra-la between you’.

In the third taxi he was alone tra-la
But the tip-up seats were down and there was an extra
Charge of one-and-sixpence and an odd
Scent that reminded him of a trip to Cannes.

As for the fourth taxi, he was alone
Tra-la when he hailed it but the cabby looked
Through him and said: ‘I can’t tra-la well take
So many people, not to speak of the dog.’

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