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Richard Abbott
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Living in London, enjoying family, writing about the ancient world
Living in London, enjoying family, writing about the ancient world

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On The Review, Diana talks to Jeanette Taylor Ford about her writing and other things...

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This week's blog - a quick compendium of space news...

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My review of Barbara Passaris Emanuelson's YA selkie novel, Mariah's Song, set on the mid 19th century New England coast. I really enjoyed this book, and you can have a chance to receive a giveaway copy simply by leaving a comment at the original blog location http://thereview2014.blogspot.co.uk/2017/02/richard-reviews-mariahs-song-by-barbara.html or else at the Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/thereviewgroup/posts/1676615552367792

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For today's blog, here are some more musings on artificial life (briefly going back to the Greeks), Alexa, and the balance between the individual and the group collective parts of our psyche...

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And finally for today here is a selection of 'and meanwhile here in north London" pictures. It was a cold and sleety start to yesterday and the garden plants reflect that...
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Another excerpt from Half Sick of Shadows for today... rather later on in the book than the section I posted before:
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Unquenchable hunger seized her again. She tried not to eat, but it was stronger than gravity, irresistible as wind, and she could not deny it. Great helpless tears rolled down her face even as she tore at great strips of leaf and swallowed brimming bowls of sap.

Heavy, and feeling full to bursting, she wallowed on her couch, desperate for nightfall to come. Would she have even one more day before the unstoppable urge to sleep overwhelmed her?

They came that evening, and held up the infant again so she could see it. She sang again for them, and her song was full of both the beauty and the sorrow of the passing world. She watched the glow of wonder on their faces as they heard her. She knew what they could not, that this would be the last time she would see them, and she sang to bless them as the shortening day eased into night.

Long after they had gone, she lay looking at the riverbank where they had stood. The world was made up of shadows now. When her brother and sister next came, when they held up the infant for her to see, she would no longer be there. She would be lost in her own world of slumber and transformation, and the quick years of the world would roll unseen around her.

How long would they continue to come, she wondered, once the sound of her singing was gone? Would they think that she was lost to them, lost somewhere in the shadows? She watched herself stuffing food into her body, slithering awkwardly, heavily, into her chamber, and she felt that her heart was breaking.

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Diana interviews me about books and other things... and there's a giveaway. Just leave a comment on the blog or at the Facebook blog page to be in with a chance of an ebook copy of either Timing (available now) or Half Sick of Shadows (later this year).
https://thereview2014.blogspot.co.uk/2017/02/diana-talks-to-richard-abbott.html
FB Blog page https://www.facebook.com/thereviewgroup/posts/1672446882784659

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The third part in the ebook preparation series - this time it's navigation, and specifically the two different kinds used by Kindle and epub books...

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A blog post that I wrote on a once-famous author called Ann Radcliffe...

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Today's blog - the Amazon Dot, Alexa and the power of speech. Some thoughts about artificial intelligence, speech and communication... and what a long way there still is to go before we have a really conversational AI.
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