|Blurbarian Since||February 2008|
|Location||French West Indies.|
Boredom I have discovered is a great stimulant to writing. Travelling in a van, instead of a sail boat, there was nothing to pull on, no watch to keep, so I played with the dashboard buttons and windows until I was told off.
What to do? I thought, here I am travelling, most people would wind the hind tail off a donkey to do this, so why am I going crazy.
A little Zen training had happened some years before, "Notice" said the guru. "and write it down." So this is how and why I started to write. I am a complete novice, but what the heck. It is fun!
If you meet me today I will want to know how your liver is working and if you use a double knot to tie your shoe laces. So beware. Life is interesting again!
|Spoiler alert: I'm thinking my next book will be about...|
Getting lost in Brittany
Getting lost in round Iberia
Getting lost in the South Ouest of France.
|Everyone needs to know about these authors and artists...|
Writing down the bones. Natalie Goldberg.|
The artists way. A vein of gold. These three titles for inspiration to begin.
English war poets. Sassoon etc.
The English patient. for its poetic description.
Urbano. a brilliant artist from the Azores.
Miles. Scupture from Stockholm. for his space between shapes and dancing figures.