Aye, Robbie Burns Day. The evening is usually celebrated with food and drink and dancing. Typical fayre for the meal is Cock-a-Leekie Soup, Champit Tatties, Bashed Neeps, and the star of the meal – Haggis.

Burns’ poetry is read/recited. The most common of these are The Selkirk Grace and Address to the Haggis.  Then the head speaker gives a speech on The Immortal Memory of the bard, the lads give a toast to the lassies and the lassies reply.

And copious amounts of whisky are often consumed and sometimes a shot of the amber nectar is poured onto the haggis after it’s been sliced open.

Selkirk Grace…

Some hae meat and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it;
But we hae meat, and we can eat,
Sae let the Lord be thankit.

And what is this Scottish lass having for supper on Robbie Burns Day? Spaghetti and garlic bread. Nae Scottish. However, might be persuaded to raise a dram of the amber nectar and toast Robbie Burns.

3:00 pm GMT tomorrow and the haggis season will be over. Waaaah!!! It’s a great mindless way to spend your time and see some of the sights of Scotland… oh yeah, and Time Square in New York City.

Back to the hunt. Must bag as many of the wee blighters as possible before the end of the season tomorrow.

Getting used to doing things on this -typing especially. This is even more awkward than typing on my BlackBerry. The fact I have long nails doesn’t help because this beast doesn’t respond to the touch of my talons on’y fingertips.
Still not bad to say this is the first time I’ve actually typing on it. Only one boo-boo that I can see and I’ll correct it later.

Typed entirely on the iPad in landscape orientation.

I’ve come out of the dark age. After much protesting, I finally signed up for Facebook. Still not happy with their privacy and ownership of content rules so you’ll not find much out about me there because I only put in the bare minimum of information.

Eventually, I’ll have it set up so folks can be fans of my books but at least, the account is started and maybe I’ll be able to keep up with the kith and kin across the pond on a more regular basis. Time will tell, I guess.

Not sure if I got it back entirely but was able to embellish the exisitng scene plus added some to the end. Whether that was what I planned on or not remains to be seen.

If my original idea for the scene that got blasted out of my wee brain returns, I’ll get it documented then compare it to what I’ve written. Hopefully, it will.

Cross your fingers for me.

The dreaded block has jumped up and smacked me up side the head. Egads! I hate it when that happens. It can be the stupidest of things that puts the brick wall up in front of me and it takes a while to break it down but I eventually get there.

At least I’m writing which is my goal for this year. Might not be working on my manuscript but at least I’m writing… here.

I think I’ll jump ahead to Chapter 9… see what mischief I can get up to there. I was pretty much that far along when I decided to go back and re-write the beginning.