Here comes the sun

Well Thats it, finished and ready for enriching the life of the mailmen that will be delivered my brown, unsolicited envelopes to a variety of publishers. Probably first stop is the bin, sad and unopened waiting to burst all over the desk, of he who says yes...no..maybe. It has been quite a remarkable few weeks, as I knuckled down to finally complete this manuscript, in between being plagued by terrible headaches that woke me aat night, like knives searing through my head. So I got very tired but carried on with the manuscript. I was irritable and finally ended up in emergencies being scanned for a tumor, thank god there wasn´t one, but its been a series of investigations including mri with liquid pumped into my brain in search of a clot...Thank you god all clear. So the headaches continue and i continued to finish the manuscript, my mind relieved that what ever it is, cant be too serious. Next project....I will tell you on my next post. Thankyou for reading.

The Sound of Music

No, No, No...............Not the Julie Andrews running through daisy clustered grass up a mountain in Austria, singing to the sheep. The sounds of music that inspires us, helps us to be creative. For me, heavy rock does it when I want to make bold brash strokes on a canvas and call it abstraction.

The strains of Leonard Cohen or Mdme Butterfly when I want to write something emotional, Vangelis for when I am looking for ideas. The Rolling Stones, when I am editing what I have written, and various low key songs like Cat Stevens, that will guide my my mind which guides my hand whilst typing. Music is a wonderful thing, creativity creates creativity. Singing up a daisy covered mountain??Not my style

Streets of London

I have been travelling the streets of London, my home town, for the last ten days. Sitting in Coffee shops, people watching....recording ideas and inspired thoughts. It was snowing, cold and lovely, when you went inside everything was cosy and warm, the stark contrast of hot to cold and back to hot was great, warming up inside with wonderful mugs of hot chocolate, how I would have loved to have spent a little more time there.

I got a grip of myself and planned my writing agenda, as the minus1 temperature chilled my cheeks, and provided me with a renewed energy.

Home again with piles of observations and my mind has frozen (not literally) I watch the screen of my friendly laptop, I write some words and erase them again...........and again.......and again.

Auspicious words......muddled thoughts.

Tomorrow is yet another day.

I´m a believer

Well I made a few resolutions, none that could be too difficult to attain, so if I kick myself up the butt, I could meet them as they only depend on me. I have over these last days organised my office, aren´t baskets and boxes wonderful inventions!! To qoute a song title by those gone and probably fogotten monkeys, I´M A BELIEVER! and if you believe in something enough then it can be done. I believe in my book and it believes in me because when I return to it, it just flows

Changes

I cant believe it has been so very long since I posted here, and I missed it. The solitariness of the life of a writer, at times causes us to miss out on people contact and conversation. For me this blog is a conversation...albeit with myself, but it would be nice to read a voice far away that I could respond to.

I suppose Christmas got in the way of my blogging as it probably has for most people. You love it or you hate it, I have mixed feelings myself. But it was not only Christmas that sent me into silence, but also healthwise I have been having severe headaches and problems with one eye, that to look at a computer screen or write a lot was impossible. I am still suffering but I wanted to wish you all out there wherever you may be................

A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR WITH LOTS OF LOVE,LUCK AND HAPPINESS!

Oh, I feel good having said that, so I am back with you

Being There

(The Movie clip was removed due to unknown objections and replaced by clips of hostage,middle east problems, which are not apt to this blog and of which offers no opinion on the foresaid.)

I love this movie, I love all the underlying deep sentiments, dear Peter Sellars at his best.

I met someone when I was travelling that reminded me so much of the character of "Chance"

He was sweeping the leaves in a cemetary, talking to all that passed by, a friend knew him and we stopped to pass a few words. and later he appeared in a bar we were in, when he opened his purse he had no money to buy a coffee, and ask us to lend him the money. Lend no, invite yes.

I was really very touched by this meeting, as I am still by the film.

In every aspect of life we meet inspiration.

The show must go on

When I was travelling recently, I wa staying in this small village, quiet, tranquil..........until I discovered a bar called Azur, A small entrance that entices you in, mainly out of curiosity. The walls were covered with photos of exotic people, with a television screen showing an everchanging array of photos.

Enter and you enter another world, and what these brothers did not know about music, left much to be desired. I was given a disc of Freddie Mercury, thank you for that. The villagers call the bar and their owners, the bohemians.

Friendly,bohemian,rare,exotic but most of all nice, in a confused world.

I loved it

Trading Places

Here I am still sharing thoughts from my travels even though I am back home.

How changing the environment triggered my inspiration, it took a few days to clear but when it did, I renewed old ideas, and revised those that were tired.The air is fresh at the top of the peaks of europa, a little chilly but great to awaken a sleeping mind.

The silence, the view.......the vertigo!! No really a place for me to spend a few days and write, a few hours , ok, but days .....no way. I am more inspired by the sea and its whisperings.

My notebook had started to fill, and that I liked.

Ticket to ride

Long gaps between posts, shame on me, zapped in the summer of inspiration I decided to take a change of scenery. Well I have been away, I bought a "ticket to ride" travelling, searching secrets amidst the hills,mountains,forests and sea of nothern Spain. The airline must have sensed my desperation for inspiration as they arrived 30 mins earlier than schedule. I embedded myself in a small village built into the cliffs...and full of surprises. Old men of the sea that reel out tales, of days gone by, as many now have no work. (yes, swashbucklers of days gone by)

Fir trees of dark green, that run down onto the beach creating a contrast with the white sand,blue seas and skies. Nature at its finest.

And it worked, my notebook on returning is nearly full, and my digi camera card is full too.

Hard days night

It´s been a hard days night and I´ve been working like a dog.............well thats how the song goes but for me it is more like "I´ve been sitting with the dogs!"
I hear you cringe, but it is true, It´s been a while, the summer sun and constant stream of visitors fractured my creativity. I, possibly like most others are at their most creative when they are alone.
I have spent the last days getting to know myself again, I mean my creative streak. sitting in the room where I work, surrounded by all the clutter that I love so dearly. Listening to chill out sounds in the candlelight. It´s taken time to persuade my creative side to return, but it has now and I welcome it.

Also a big welcome to those who visit this site