Today I am reading…

Thought Savage Woman, by Blessin Adams.

I have a few spec fic books lined up for later this month and July, but I felt the need for history. I’m also trying to work through my TBR pile. A lot of my books have been packed, but there are a lot more to go.

I’m being evicted. It’s a Section 21 no fault eviction, but it feels like an insult and injury. I’ve lived here for 9 years, I wasn’t planning to move for a few more years, but the landlord obviously doesn’t want to comply with the Renters Rights Act. It came into force on May Day, so his agent sent an eviction notice 30th April. I officially have to move out by midnight 6th July.

That’s probably not going to happen. According to Shelter, so long as I keep paying my rent and keep the landlord or their agent updated, they can’t throw me out without a Section 8 notice from the courts, so that’s the plan. Also, my rent payment covers 21st to 20th of the next month; if I move out before 20th July, I’ll be demanding my rent back.

The violence of the private renting system is revolting. I’m limited in my ability to work so I rely on the state for most of my income, but I have to pay about 1/3rd of that to a private individual, my landlord. Essentially, tax payer money is funnelled to private individuals. The government is funding the lifestyles of landlords, while blaming the poor and disabled for being poor and disabled, a drain on public finances, putting us under increasing scrutiny. Did you know that PIP fraud accounts for 0.4% of all PIP payments? But we’re regularly threatened with prosecution if we so are seen on a good day doing a normal activity.

Twas ever thus.

Both the scrutiny of those in receipt of state support – we all pay taxes by the way, so the whole ‘tax payer supporting the scroungers’ narrative is bullshit – and the state propping up landlords.

Historically, landlords were literally that landed Lords. Who owned everything under the monarch (fucking Normans!). They controlled everything and demanded labour, the results of that labour, and money in return for allowing a person a roof over their heads and land for subsistence farming.

Pages 43 and 44 from Thou Savage Woman, by Blessin Adams, describing the enclosures.

It got worse when the enclosures started and the commons were taken away. This forced people into towns and cities, and into the power of employers, who might house them, at a price. Long hours and poor pay, with limited ability to provide for yourself unless you were one of those lucky enough to make significant income, and become part of a Guild.

The came the Industrial Revolution. The skilled trades were pushed out by machines and factories. Desperate people will work for less when their skills have become so devalued. And still, they paid what they earned to landlords who owned their tenements. Food prices fluctuated wildly, made worse by government policy and the greed of landowners.

And if they were disabled by their labour they were thrown out. If they were lucky they might get a pittance from the parish, or they might end up in the workhouse, labouring for meager meals, separated from spouse, parents, children. Scrutinised, bullied and insulted because they couldn’t work or there was no work available.

Everything changes and nothing changes. When capital is king and decent housing is a privilege there will always be those who scapegoat the most vulnerable and let the wealthy do what they will.

I hate it. I hate that I, and everyone else in the 99%, are at the mercy of the 1%. I hate that they turn us against each other to maintain their position. I hate that 50 families in the UK own 90% of the land, and that houses stand empty when there are people in need of homes. I hate that it took so long for a government to provide even basic rights and protections to renters.

I hate that the government are yelling ‘Build! Build! Build!’ but very few of those houses will be council housing. The councils could just buy some of those houses to house all the people on the waiting lists. In Grimsby there are loads of new houses, but lots of people are stuck in cold, damp badly built houses because they can’t afford these shiny new houses – to buy or rent – or even to move. The council could sort that easily, if the government really means what it says.

But we know they don’t and won’t. Can’t have the needs of the people coming before the needs of landlords and builders, can they? After all profits for shareholders are more important than the people who are paying for it all through taxation.

Right, rant over, I’m going back to reading about female killers.

Your friendly local dragon needs to move their book hoard

This morning I woke up to an email from my lettings agent. It was a section 21 eviction notice. I have until 7th July to find somewhere to live.

Now, some people might think this is normal, but I’ve lived here almost 9 years, paid my rent on time and in full every month, I’ve looked after the house, improved the garden, and alerted them immediately to any issues. It’s an old terrace built cheaply 1913, it has a lot of issues. And the landlord has agreed to all the smaller issues but put off the big stuff. Like the leaking roof and the damp. About 3 weeks ago, the lettings agent said that the agreed that he’d have the big work done but my rent would go up £100/month. I agreed. I could just afford that if I cut back on everything, including my once a year holiday – FantasyCon weekend. Then this…

Tomorrow the Renters Rights Act comes into force. Today was the last day he could issue a Section 21 notice and have it be valid. From tomorrow, section 21 evictions are scrapped, and the house has to be kept up to a certain condition.

My conclusion is that he’s seen the estimates to do the work to get the house up to standard, realised he would need to find a good reason to get evict after tomorrow, and  decided to drop this on me when I have limited recourse.

I can’t afford to move. Even a reasonably cheap place would still need about £1300 for deposit and 1st month’s rent. And then there’s moving costs, probably £600 – £700 for removals and a house clearance once I’ve moved the stuff I’m keeping. Plus, I need a new bed, because it’s falling apart and new living room furniture,  so add another £700 on to that. Anyone got a spare £2500 lying about they can lend me? Or donate?

I am disabled, most of my family are disabled or elderly. I have a lot of books. It took me a year to physically recover from moving in 2017, and two years to recover mentally. I’ve only really been stable for the last year or two. I’m starting to unravel a bit.

I’ve contacted the local council homelessness prevention team, checked the social housing website and contacted my social prescriber key worker. My sister has been for a visit. She found a contact for someone who does house clearances which she’ll phone next week and we cleared a kitchen cupboard that I can’t get to.

Doing practical things has helped but I’m still not coping well. My brain is not happy. All I can think about is how an I going to afford the deposit? How am I going to move all my books? Phoenix won’t like being moved; I’ll need to get her a crate for the move.

Any helpful suggestions or donations welcome. Thanks.

Daily prompt

What are your favorite physical activities or exercises?

Swimming and walking.

I’m not very coordinated so I need something to do that I can do on my own. I used to be an archer, which is also a solo sport, but then I slipped on a wet concrete floor and damaged my back and hip.

These days I like to go to aqua aerobics as well as swimming lengths. I like to try different classes; since I’ve had time to myself, I’ve been to classes at different pools and with different teachers. My favourite is the one I go to on a Thursday morning. It’s at 10a.m. but it doesn’t cost a fortune to get a taxi. There’s one I tried last Friday morning that had weights, which was fun, but I have to get a bus at 10 a.m. If I have the energy, I’ll give it another try next week.

I have a bit of a cold at the moment, so I’m only doing a little bit of exercise.

Look what beauty just arrived!

Lives of Bitter Rain, by Adrian Tchaikovsky

My copy of this novella, a special edition from Goldsboro Books, arrived today, and it is gorgeous.  It is a prequel to Days of Shattered Faith, and features Angilly as a younger person. The cover illustrations and the end papers are delightful. They match the three novels in the series.

I’m going to get the audiobook so that I don’t damage the binding or get stains on the pages. I really need to get another bookshelf, since I’m pretty much out of space.

Job for when I get back from World Fantasy Convention.

August 2025 update and news

August was a busy month, with four blog tours and going to Autscape at the beginning of the month for work. I also needed to finish a crochet project for an exhibition at TT88 on 30th August, and a short story that I needed to finish and submit to Humber SFF by today.

I’ve also been reading books for the BFS Awards. I’m a judge for the Best Collection award. My fellow judges and I decided to have a deadline of 1st September, so I’ve been fitting them in around my tours. I also needed to read a book for a tour tomorrow.

The last week of August was very successful. I completed the crochet project, finished reading three books, and the short story.

I have other news, quite big news.

I work for an organisation that supports autistic adults, and have done for 5 years, but I’ve been involved with an arts organisation for several years as well. First the gallery, Turntable, hosted my Neurodivergent History project, and then my friend started Lucy’s Art Club, and it’s gone from there. I’m now a Director of a new organisation, Purple Peacock CIC, helping disadvantaged creatives in our region. At the end of the year I’m giving up my salaried job to take on self-employed work, both independently and with Purple Peacock CIC. I want to focus on my writing and creative work. I told my employer two weeks ago and it has been a weight lifted.

I feel like I’m able to access the creative part of me that was gradually locked up by my job taking all my focus.

I’ve also made contact with the editor at Spondylux Press about doing some proof reading and editing work for them. If you’re ND and want to find a publisher, I recommend Spondylux, I met the editor at Autscape and I will be reviewing two of the books I bought at a later date. Nema (the editor) is lovely.

In addition, I am going to build on the editing I’ve done with my current employer, for a couple of projects. I’ve edited short stories for authors and an anthology of art, poetry, memoir and short stories by Autistic authors. I have decided that I’m open for business self-employed as an editor and proof reader. See here for details.

Some of my projects with Purple Peacock CIC will be managing a reference library of poetry books we inherited, running a writing café, presenting writing and editing workshops for Lucy’s Art Club, and eventually, in several years, starting a small press for local disadvantaged authors.

I plan to finish the first draft and the second draft/blog version of my Maria and the space dragons – investigation no.1 novella before the end of October.

There’s a novel I’m working on that’s only a few chapters in on the first draft. I’m planning to use up all of my annual leave in December, so I’ll have a whole, free month to write! Ahhh, it’ll be blissful!

I’ve got loads of crochet projects to do too, but they’re personal projects. However, if you want a monster crocheting, let me know and I’ll cost it for you.

Podcast Review: Monstrous Agonies

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Monstrous Agonies captures the late-night, weekly advice segment of the UK’s only dedicated radio station for people of the night. Each episode features two letters and their responses as listeners write in to ask for advice on all things liminal, from vampires trying to eat more ethically to ghosts whose crushes look right through them. 

Winner of the 2022 British Fantasy Award for Best Audio, Monstrous Agonies was our first podcast and our first foray into getting our audience involved in the storytelling process. Listeners were able to send in their own letters and questions, shaping the universe of the show as it was being created.

Monstrous Agonies wrapped up in September 2023. 


My Review

I’ve been listening to this podcast on and off for the last couple of months. Each week there are a couple of letters that the host has to answer. Each letter asks a different question, which cover all sorts of dilemmas. Over the course of the three series, there is a through line of the Hosts relationship with Mab, which goes from antagonistic to loving. There is also a sub-plot in which the station is threatened by a corporation that is trying to take over all businesses that serve the liminal community.

The letters can easily be interpreted as referring to Neurodivergent and Queer issues. Everything from imposter syndrome to being the only one in the family, to having a young family member who is being treated badly by parents who won’t listen to an adult with the same identity. And then there’s the dragon who has taken on a princess and has struggled to find a hero to rescue her. And the giant spider cursed with empathy who can’t eat the creatures lured into her webs.

The creativity and humour of this podcast kept me entertained through 111 episodes, while the advice dispensed is actually rather useful. You just have to work out the context…

Throughout the three series, Hero makes pointed criticism of capitalism, bigotry, and landlords. Landlords get hit with a metaphorical big stick. As they should. I enjoyed their social commentary.

All of the episodes are short, about 15 minutes, so you don’t have to commit huge amounts of time to get through a couple of episodes. It’s good walking to the shops or going on your break at work listening. I really enjoyed the writing, the storytelling, and Hero has a lovely voice for audio. If you enjoy urban fantasy, love folklore, and are a bit anti-capitalist, you’ll enjoy this podcast. Highly recommended.

I’ve moved on to their next podcast, Travelling Light. I shall report back once I’ve listened to all of them.

Maria and the space-dragons investigate: Chapter 14

Right, I’m back with another instalment of the adventures of Maria and her star-dragon friends. It’s a short one this month.

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Annual Bonfire Night Post

It’s that time of year again when I remind everyone that Guy Fawkes was a religious extremist and so were his co-conspirators. Guy Fawkes changed his name to Guido while fighting in the Spanish army against protestants in the Netherlands. It made him sound more Spanish and Catholic. Insert me rolling my eyes at the vanity right now.

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Random Sunday Thoughts

I was going to write a review of Terry Pratchett: A Life With Footnotes, by Rob Wilkins, but I’m still crying slightly from the ending, and it’s too hot, and I had to go to Lidl for food and now I’m overwhelmed and tired, so no review today. I am even more convinced than ever that STP was neurodivergent even before his Alzheimer’s diagnosis.


There was a lady struggling with her shopping trolley trying to get home from Lidl, the wheels fell off. Loads of people passed her and didn’t stop to help. I helped her carry the loaded trolley to the river and waited while she phoned someone to come and help. It didn’t seem right to let her struggle. Her English wasn’t great, but then, this is Grimsby, most people here only speak passable English at the best of times, speaking it as a second language is quite impressive, to me at least. We managed to communicate enough to do what needed to be done.


The cat is shedding everywhere and I think I’m allergic. Well, I’m allergic to quite a lot of things, and the last lot of blood tests I had ruled out pet dander, but it could be pet hair, I suppose? I’m not giving up animals, so I’ll just stick with prescription strength antihistamines.


I’m going to read a book about Girl Guides and Girl Scouts this afternoon. I was in the Brownies and Guides, and a Young Leader. My Dad and Uncle we Scouts, my Grandad was a Scout leader. I’m still in touch with my Brownie Leader, who was also my Leader as a Young Leader. I have some stories to tell, and I’m sure if you asked, my Brownie and Guide Leaders probably have some embarrassing photos of me they’d share. My Guides were attached to our local Anglican Church, even when I stopped going to church I continued going to Guides, until the summer of 1999, when I left because I was doing my GCSEs and I slapped another Guide for calling me a ‘retard’ because I couldn’t find something.

She was a nasty little bitch.

We’d just got a new Guide leader and I hadn’t bonded well with her, so I left. A year later I was doing a historic churches fundraising walk and my former Brownie leader mentioned they’d been short staffed for a camp that summer. I asked her why she hadn’t rung me. After that I joined her Guides as a Young Leader. It was a different Guides group.

At the time, Immingham had 3 Guides groups, two attached to churches and one secular. My group was held in the church hall, and you could go from Rainbows to Guides there. I’d gone from the CofE group to the secular group. It served the less well-off girls who wanted to be Guides. You see, the local Anglicans and Methodists could be a bit up themselves and very hypocritical. Poor girls from the council estate weren’t really welcome there, and it was a trek for them to get to the church halls where those groups were held.

I’m told there’s only one Guide group left in Immingham now, and the Scouts long since shut up shop. The old church hall got sold off, as well, to the local private dentist, because the church couldn’t afford to keep it up. The old vicarage has also been sold as a private house too. We used to do a lot of outdoors stuff in the vicarage grounds, and if you believe my old Brownie leader, I was 3 when I saw a Brownies group at the summer fete and demanded to join. I had to wait until I was seven though. And I got one of the new uniforms. Which were made from incredibly uncomfortable fabric, but were much more practical that the brown dresses the other girls had to wear. I preferred trouser even then.

I’m going now, enjoy the weather.

Maria and the space-dragons investigate #1 – August 2024 instalment

Did you know you can generate AI art images on WordPress? I didn’t but I wanted an image for this post, because Maria takes their investigation down to the planet of Aurox.