Books, books, books
I loved the feeling of having a new book in my hands, those crisp pages, not a dog-ear in sight.
Beginnings and endings…
And there, gazing up at the majestic palms towering over me in all their verdant lushness, it came to me.
Not the winter blues
I love this time of year - the hunkering down, the cosiness, the lighting of candles to create an inviting, cocooning space - and all those books I intend to read curled up during those long evenings.
Blowing the trumpet
I realised pretty quickly that no-one was going to blow my book’s trumpet. That would be my job.
Nature Lover
For as long as the written word has existed; when myths and legends were passed from clan to clan, whispered from ear to ear, nature has been at the centre of it all.
Magical adventures
But no matter where I am in the world, I’ve found that it’s usually the simplest things - strolling in a park or sitting in a cafe watching the world go by (ah the pleasures of people watching) - where I find myself being inspired the most … a notebook at hand just in case …
Post manuscript…
….you’ll probably be more concerned with whether your story has legs, whether that great title you came up with at breakfast might not be so great after all and getting that very first draft under your belt.
