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Listening to #MauriceAndré playing Handel’s Trumpet Concertos (albeit on CD not over-played cassette) still evokes 35 year old memories of reading Arthur Ransomes Missee Lee and still inspires me creatively. ••• What music and listening format still brings back those first memories for you? #music #inspiration #creativity #iwasnotacoolkid

Listening to #MauriceAndré playing Handel’s Trumpet Concertos (albeit on CD not over-played cassette) still evokes 35 year old memories of reading Arthur Ransomes Missee Lee and still inspires me creatively. ••• What music and listening format still brings back those…

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“Somewhere, from a far off room a tune made it’s way out – oboe or flute – lilting out through the stillness” ••• Love it when *that* music makes its first appearance in #MrTumnal3: #ForgottenFriends. @neilbrownless and @abingdonconcertband are familiar with the tune… ••• #music #inspiration #musicismagic #HULitFest #amwriting

“Somewhere, from a far off room a tune made it’s way out – oboe or flute – lilting out through the stillness” ••• Love it when *that* music makes its first appearance in #MrTumnal3: #ForgottenFriends. @neilbrownless and @abingdonconcertband are familiar…

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Conceived in 1993

Conceived in 1993
Apparently it's six years since I found, and found an old VHS tape of my BA Creative Arts honours project and managed to put it online. It's quite prophetic really. It was always about global filmaker, Hol E. Wood, and... Continue reading
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The inspiration of travelling and history

The inspiration of travelling and history

Labyrinth by Kate Mosse It is clear that this story was inspired by the fortified medieval Cité of Carcassonne, and its a creative inspiration that I am all too familiar with. I was first told about this book shortly after…

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Inspire A Generation… of writers?

Inspire A Generation... of writers?

Two years ago it seemed like just about the entire country was in the thrall of the London 2012 Olympics; we were all still talking about that Opening Ceremony; and the music that featured in it was still ringing in…

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The pleasure of words

The pleasure of words

The original plan (ie. the plan that only came into being two days ago) for today would have seen us spending this morning with my mum and dad. But plans changed, and circumstances dictated that we suddenly had an entire…

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Mr Tumnal’s ecletic taste in music…

Mr Tumnal's ecletic taste in music...

Mr Tumnal has an eclectic taste in music. His music collection is entirely vinyl and (mostly) cassette, with some recent additions on CD, thus, Kathryn buys him an iPod which she has engraved for him: For your music collection and…

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Workplace of a Modern Writer

Workplace of a Modern Writer

Yesterday, this was the scene, come rain or shine (yes, it did rain, epically, at 18:25 when the heavens opened with torrential thunderstorm) I was at my writing station under the umbrella (in sun, for shade, and in rain, for…

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Let nothing perish

On Saturday Emma and I went to Snowshill Manor, the former home of Charles Wade, an eccentric collector of the highest order. He bought the manor house on the side of a Cotswold hill and filled it with his collection…

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Am I weird?

So it’s grey, and cold, and dark and miserable? So why is that I find myself inspired with creativity? I’m fired with so many images and ideas for my novel it’s untrue. Am I so very weird for loving this…

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Dark and inspirational

Yught! I woke the sound of rain – heavy rain, and decided, considering the forecast to ditch my normal, trust two wheels and bus it from the park & ride. I think I’ve made the right decision. We’re sinking into…

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When the dark comes rising…

Standing and watching the TV pictures they see the shaky, hand-held footage of the storm battering Reykjavik. Heather gasps, and raises her hand to her mouth. “My poor children.” She turns to face the window as a fork of lighting…

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Standing on the edge of tomorrow


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“We didn’t come on this exact path, but,” answers Helen, “An hour? An hour and a half, tops.” She looks along the line at her brother, and adds, simply, “Why?” Ben points, over at the mountains beyond, “That.” The rest…

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