Monday, April 25, 2011


passionfruit and peppermint
artichoke with apricot
endives and blackberries
brie with a dram of whisky
sea urchin and kiwi fruit
pawpaw with fresh parmesan
coconut with crispy bacon
shiitake and Peking duck
kumquat with cardamom
dry gin and aubergine
parsley and strong black tea
Greek honey with sardines
Papua dark chocolate
with buttermilk or peas
boiled eggs with cauliflower
perfect couplings are these
© S.B. Borgersen April 12th 2011 

Sunday, April 17, 2011

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More good news from Words Undone this morning.  My story Dolores has been accepted.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Title for my upcoming show in fine silver

You've no need to read the full post now,  we have decided on the following title:

Elemental Legacy, wearable art in fine silver

hope you like it!

ok, ok, I'm not normally stuck for words but I am  trying to come up with an eye-catching title for an up-coming show of my fine silver work - if you have any ideas, please feel free to post them, it really is appreciated.  This is what we have so far (all with Wearable Art in Fine Silver as a sub heading):

Definitely Not the Oak Island Treasure
By the Light
legacie metallica
The New Gold
Nesregron Nasus

and finally, the latest inspiration from our brainstorm

Mine to Mine

You can vote for your favourite - or add your own.  Many many thanks to all you amazing people out there.

To take a look at the type (not the actual) of work - just follow the link above to,  Cheers.


Wednesday, April 13, 2011

A Little Bit of Nonsense

Letting Loose, a nonsense rhyme
S.B. Borgersen

Knit one purl one, said the rooster
Hoist the mainsail said the gun
Mines’s a vodka said the lobster
It’s a figment for your lace.
Said the fiddle, dig the garden
Said the flute, run the race
Said the oboe, you’re a nana
Blue is not upon your face.
Take the coat hanger round the corner
Take the lamppost for a drive
Put a penny in the banana
Peel the button human race
Jump upon the grassy blanket
Shake the dimples from your toes
Slap the puffballs and the hankies
Tie the noodles round your waist

April 12th 2011

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

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The Three Day Rule

The Three Day Rule.
SB Borgersen
If you could build a house in three days, on any spare piece of land you could find, then it was yours. No questions asked. Those were the rules.
Eric was relieved when Wednesday dawned bright and clear; he needed good weather to complete the job. He was also patting himself on the back for buying the Brad nailer gun. It was turning out to be an invaluable tool; it meant that joists could be nailed in place ten times as fast as with a hammer, and speed was of the essence on this, the third day.
He toiled all day until his mouth burned with parch and his heart pounded in his chest in time with the nailer gun as the clock ticked on. He knew it was only a matter of time now before they came to tell him to drop the gun.  Then he and Irma and the children would have nowhere to live. But at least he could have a glass of water.
163 words
April 11th 2011

Thursday, April 7, 2011


S B Borgersen
There are times in a young man’s life
when his fancies turn to sailing away.
There are times in a young girl’s life
when she pleads with him not to go.
There are times in a middle-aged man’s life
when he wants to sit in the ‘potting shed’ all day with the newspaper and his pipe.
There are times in a middle-aged woman’s life
when she’s quite glad about that, actually.
There are times in an old man’s life
when his fancies return to the fancies of his youth, and he wishes he’d sailed away.
There are times in an old woman’s life
when she’s just about had enough off all this chopping and changing and just wants them all, young, middle-aged, old, it doesn't matter a jot, to follow their fancies, go away and leave her in peace with her cuppa, her cat Smokey, a box of Black Magic and Lark Rise on the telly.
151 words
7th April 2011
© SBB 2011

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

The Dangers and Gain of Imagination

We all have it don’t we?  As authors and writers. This vivid imagination. So, imagine the scene: sitting around a table  at lunch with friends who we’ve helped out at some point or another.
Between the lettuce leaves and fizzy water, we innocently ask for an update and are shot down in flames, well, at least that’s how it feels. And then when we get home, we dwell on the scene, reliving every syllable and facial expression, the furrowed brows, the downturned lips, almost sneering, but not. We remember how we couldn’t taste the lettuce, or the water, all we could taste was the bitterness of rejection.
Then we continue to boil; should we make a phone call and have it out with them? Ask why they were all fuzzy and warm when they wanted something, but cutting and sniping when we express an interest in their progress?
No - of course we don’t. We are writers. We use it to the very last drop, and then some. Because that feeling, that feeling of rejection and shun cannot be imagined, and let’s face it, we will, at some time or another, want our characters to feel the same.
So we write about it. It and all the other life experiences; the good, the bad and yes indeedy - sometimes the downright ugly.
They’re worth their weight in gold.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Forgiveness v. Permission

Is it really easier to beg forgiveness than ask permission?

Here we go again with the ‘using song lyrics’ in fiction writing debate.  With a little sprinkling of ‘fair use’, it gets tricky (imho).
So, I did a bit of digging and it looks like sticky ground to me.  Directives are quite clear: you need permission to use lyrics in your writing, and that permission can come with a fee.  An easy way out is to use the title of the song your character is listening to.  That, apparently is ok.
There is also something called ‘fair use’ where a ‘blind eye’ lets a writer use about 300 words of someone else’s prose/poetry/lyrics before getting snarky.
In conclusion, is it too risky? Or would such an infringement glean a tad of much-needed publicity in this tough world of authorship?
And what if you don’t really know who wrote the darned thing in the first place? Here’s my example - if your story has a bunch of characters banging out a well known gospel ditty apparently written by Hank Williams (or is it?), where do you, as a writer, stand?  The lyrics look very similar to verses from the bible to me, I wonder if Hank got permission. Or did he just ask  the Heavenly Father for forgiveness?
Praise the Lord, I may have seen the light!

A Date with a Stranger

This entry has moved to the Short Works of Fiction page. Link on the right.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

A Postcard Story for you

Read the story on the short fiction page - link on the right

First Sunday in April.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Pictish stone

Yesterday's display


More than one way

of posting to a blog. This one is pretty nifty and will come in useful when on my travels.

Red is the colour - time for changes

Hmmm... so, I've changed up the blog look a little, just wondering if you like the red. Or is it too much 'in your face'?

Red seems to mean so many things: power, dominance, heat, love (eg red, red rose), blood and I'm sure there are loads more.

So, I'll give it a try, if you don't like it, just holler!

I am also in the process of adding pages (take a look to your right). Throughout the coming days I will be adding works of fiction, and real stuff that you can wear.