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Up through the cracks, the roses grow

Roses are a big feature in The Keeper of the Music.  Yellow roses in particular are a recurring symbol throughout the story, beginning with a repeating dream of Lucinda’s – yellow roses and a wrought iron fence.   312 more words

Novel Writing

Ulli

My Higher Power is a trickster sort of god. While I’d much prefer a Mr. Rodgers sort, the kind of deity who is always thoughtful, considerate and sensitive, I’ve accepted the idea that mine is a laughing hyena that follows me around for amusement’s sake, and nips at my ass whenever I take myself too seriously, which is most of the time. 687 more words

Writing

First steps: Choosing a name, taking classes, cleaning...taking stock.

I have decided to turn my annual rental house into a vacation rental. It is something I’ve wanted to do for a few years.  I’ve been worried I couldn’t afford the transition but I also worry about finding a really good annual tenant.   337 more words

Artists Retreat

Music...the keeping of it

Musical Research

I have always been obssesed with music, the making of it and its affect on people.These days I make a living from sound. It’s no surprise then that my main character, Lucinda, is a musician.   669 more words

Novel Writing

Up To The Big Smoke

Very occasionally we venture forth from West Cork, up past Cork City, and on to the efficiently boring motorway towards the big smoke, Dublin. Our trip this time began slowly with the usual mind-numbingly inefficient visit to the not-fit-for-purpose bank. 643 more words

Ireland

Boscastle

I’ve always lived in the city, so my visit to Boscastle was a nice change.

I’m not stranger to quaint villages such as this one; some of my relatives live in the middle of nowhere, and my sister got married in a pleasant little village called Stedham. 621 more words

Writing

Suffolk, ten days in...

I have now been in Suffolk for ten days. Parts of it are exactly as I thought they would be: the cold, foggy and dew-laden land, the lush green of the fields of wheat and barley, the huge wide sky and the inky mass of the Stour River. 420 more words

Novel Writing