tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58744313463822984652011-10-03T14:46:56.787-07:00a creative writing journalmrsyettmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392593467553117837noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5874431346382298465.post-82368410917009136512009-11-21T13:25:00.000-08:002009-11-21T13:47:46.225-08:00

Since I have been talking about my inspiration, I thought it only right to share my own personal inspiration with you. Here you have, my travels, my friends, my home and my passion, all in one post. All comments are welcome and much appreaciated.Enjoy.

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One of the first things people say when they come into my house is always;-You have a lot of books!-I do.(Silence usually falls at this point, but only for a moment because its biding it's time, it know that it can rear its ugly head again later.)-Have you read them all?-Most of them. I can count on one hand the ones that I haven't though...(Then my guest will wander towards one of the many

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All to often people see only the finished product. A pair of Prada shoes; exquisite. For those with a more modest budget, like myself, undoubtedly there have been weeks if not months of agonising self debate before the purchase is finally made. Do I need new shoes or do I just want them? Should I have the washing machine fixed before I get buy them? Then, as if by magic, its January and that

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“I had been making the rounds of the Sacrifice Poles the day we heard my brother had escaped. I already knew something was going to happen; the Factory told me.”Banks, The Wasp Factory, 1984I have recently re-read Ian Banks The Wasp Factory. Frank, the central character, has inspired me to murder. I had forgotten what it was like to dream of amputees being bitten by snakes, and little girls

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A friend of mine has recently decided to write a travel book which tells of her and her husbands exciting travels around the globe, very specifically, China. It is a very exciting idea, and when she asked if I'd mind her sending it to me to have a look over I was overjoyed and agreed on the spot! Unfortunatley, this is where my dilema starts. Since she sent me the first draft of the first

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As of today my blog has a new look, a new feel and a very definate more regular input!Recently the novel has been playing on my mind, and Mrs Yettman is using that to her advantage. She is pushing me into entering a few writing competitions and I'm not sure that my work is good enough as yet. As flippant as it sounds, it just doesn't feel ready! So I am attempting to soldier on with my novel. It

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Sylvia Plath commited suicide, Agatha Christie once dissapeared for a week and no one is really sure what happened to Edgar Allan Poe. I am sitting in a coffee shop drinking my third cup of tea when I overhear a snippet of conversation which intruiges me. A balding man carrying a red clipboard which clashes with the colour of his tie announces:"BRITISH AUTHOR DIES IN CRASH!" Suprisingly this is

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Mrs Yettman is around fiffty years old, but it is difficult to be precise because like many old ladies she is reluctant to share her age. She has grey hair that is just too short to wear up like she'd like. Her eyes are a dark shade of tired brown, but recently she has started to wear contacts which add a certain sparkle to them, especially at night. She is American. To be precise she is from

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