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I wrote a little over a thousand words on Moy Tura Echoes yesterday which came as both a surprise and a shock. Shock because of the scene I wrote in which some VERY bad things happen to a very nice person. VERY VERY bad things.

I wonder if this is the reason that I couldn't get past this stage for so long. I suspect that I didn't want to write the bad things because I like the character so much. Now that its done the ideas are leaping around, the scenes are playing out like movies in my head and for the moment at least I know exactly where I am going and most of the words that will get me there. Sadly it has taken most of the summer to get here. I've concentrated on other things but this is the one that I really want to get finished so its a fantastic breakthrough. Now if only I wasn't at work and had time to write! :D

Inspirations are funny things. I'm not a great believer in "the muse". I think there definitely is one, but quite frankly, if something isn't working I don't have the time to flop around on the chaise longe with hand to forehead going "oh woe is me, my muse hath deserted me". I move on to something else and let the one with the problem sit and stew. I work full time, I have two kids, my days are FULL. Writing doesnt' take second place, but it has to understand the priorities of life.

But inspiration can strike at any time and in any place. I saw two crows the other day outside the shop, probably looking for nesting materials. One of them picked up what looked like a large A4 sheet of paper or card and flew off with it in its beak. *Bang* Morgan has an affinity with crows of course so therefore...

Or take these two vids. I'd never come across them before although I know the fiddler Mairead Nesbitt from other performances and the song The Voice is wonderful. But I watched them both last night and the two slotted together and off went the plot bunnies. This isn't part of Moy Tura Echoes, although it could be, but Moy Tura Echoes doesn't need any added complications at the moment. It adds them itself. No, these are for something else. Not sure what yet.

But look at Mairead Nesbitt's face as she place AND dances (at the same time if you don't mind. There's a word for people like that. I can't say it here). And listen to Lisa Kelly sing that wonderful and haunting anthemn. And then tell me what stories they conjure up for you

Granuaile's Dance:


The Voice:

I was just talking to someone on the phone in a professional capacity and she was so nice. A lovely, friendly, happy, interesting, entertaining person. The type of person I instantly wanted to be friends with. I wanted to say "Please be my friend" but decided it would be far too creepy and stalkerish.

I've decided that reality needs an "Add to Friends List" button.