Monthly Archive: November, 2011

Hattiness or the Supremity of Sartorial Eloquence

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I met my beautiful green hat last Saturday. I had a stronge urge for a red beret to stay the ever so faint whisper of winter creeping through the streets and into scalps and… Continue reading

Numerical Lisbon

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Introduction Thankyou to E.A.S Demers for selecting me as the blogger this week and for her beautifully crafted blog.  The quotes were lovely and  I will repeat this idea to some extent. Thanks… Continue reading

The Thirteenth writer on the Blog is…

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Emma Baker Love anything which is creative and active. Such as doing colourful drawings, writing fairy-tales or doing any type of dancing(but especially folk). I play music too but rather wrongly, and am… Continue reading

Not a good idea to let your mind wander, unless you’re sure it’s strong enough to be out on its own….

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Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent– Sir Arthur Conan Doyle An idea that is not dangerous is unworthy of being called an idea at all– Oscar… Continue reading

Ask me once, I’ll tell you my name, ask me twice, I’ll tell you the same…..

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The artist doesn’t have time to listen to the critics. The ones who want to be writers read the reviews, the ones who want to write don’t have the time to read reviews–… Continue reading

And on this day….

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   Gratitude is a quality similar to electricity: it must be produced and discharged and used up in order to exist at all– William Faulkner A thankful heart is not only the greatest… Continue reading

Of the trouser mind, or rigidly defined…..

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You can’t put your feet on the ground until you’ve touched the sky—Paul Auster I guess when you turn off the main road, you have to be prepared to see some funny houses—Stephen… Continue reading

Dinosaur Digger or Treasure Hunter….

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I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can’t see from the center—Kurt Vonnegut… Continue reading

And, the mysterious stranger behind the mask is…..

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As far as I’m concerned, the entire reason for becoming a writer is not having to get up in the morning—Neil Gaiman When asked, “How do you write?” I invariably answer, “one word… Continue reading

The twelfth writer on the blog is….

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E.A.S. Demers “Originally from Memphis, Tennessee, e.a.s. demers started writing when she was a tween, around the age of 11. And though writing and books have always been important to her, coming from… Continue reading