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Pendeen Lighthouse to brighten your days! ☀️ My phone was down, the computer followed; repaired it by saying a prayer to Ganesh and after dumping out biscuit crumbs, it booted, crisis abated! And now a wee bit of my screenplay in a scene written for #emmathompson and #colinfirth ✍ * INTER. LONDON - BROWNS HOTEL - DAY - CONTINUOUS * Emma runs to catch up w/ Clive, slips and falls on an icy patch. CLIVE: Oh, there you are, Emma. I was wondering where you'd been lately. EMMA: Clive Reade, you joker, it's been ages, and I can't remember the last time we had a chat. CLIVE: Out for some last-minute shopping? (Helps her up.) EMMA: Yes. I've been eyeing the black Swiss watch at Graff with all the latest bits and bobs. For Michael. You know the one? ( He smiles and nods.)Well, what do you think? (She studies him after she sees bruising around one eye.) CLIVE: Honestly, I think Michael would want you to take what that watch costs, invest it in some stonking stock which you are swell at, and then you can buy him two watches next year. But why ask me, Emma? Look at you, chic as ever, rolling in dough, not to mention the sidewalk and not a bit worse for wear. How do you do it? EMMA: How? I travel constantly and never look back. Now, Clive, I want you to come with me for G&T's and pudding ... A lovely meringue loaded with raspberries and crystalized rose petals! Come on, Clive, it's Christmas, let me treat you! CLIVE: You know there is no way you can make me rehash what has possibly been the worst week of my life. And now, if you don't mind, I'm going to have a quiet lunch by myself without mention of that person or any of your other candidates. And not another word about love. Ever. EMMA: Oh, crikey, you can't be serious. CLIVE: Can you already have forgotten it was you who introduced to the uber-bitch of home design? How about some cougar sheets half-off? No? Right. So not another word about partnerships for a very long time. Because I'm in a really rotten mood. EMMA: What a rubbish friend I turned out to be ... 😩🤣😂🤢😘 * #screenwritersofinstagram #AdventuresinParadise #128pgs #romcom #London #amwriting #lighthousesofinstagram #Cornwall #christmasfilms
BORROWED LIGHT, Chapter 1 *DON’T LOOK DOWN* 'Everybody calls me Pipsqueak but I’m really an archaeologist, the second daughter after Patty whose quiet manners and freckled apple cheeks make our father smile. Hal, the youngest is Mom’s brand new best baby boy, already a footballer. Dad calls him Sky Blue on account of his eyes. Lenny, the second son is usually on the lookout for weak spots to exploit in other people, mostly me. And Ernie, the oldest son, thinks he’s Jack Kerouac, that guy who wrote ‘On The Road’ which is where we’re headed now. All six of us are crammed inside the Impala and Ernie is the reason why. Why we took his running away so personally had to do with all the trouble he caused us especially Dad who decided to let him rot in jail, and Mom is pretty much fed up to her back teeth with all that. Once, she trained as a microbiologist so she could study diseases but she has five kids now so she’s too exhausted to think about germs. Mom considers bragging or being unkind to others who have less than we do rude because it reveals a tragic lack of manners which frankly, I sometimes lack. Dad has decided to stay in Insurance instead of the Law although he’s still pretty hung up on procedures and he’s passionate about his cars. He ran for Mayor last year but after he filibustered City Hall on raising automobile taxes he made people livid, Mom said, and won only 18 percent of the vote, the ones who drive like Speed Demons. I mean, whose Dad goes on a road trip across the country with his wife and four children and makes us feel like it's the Coney Island Cyclone ride? But when I ask Mary, our Mom, why he’s so impossible, she’s says it’s on account of the war and the Nazis. And a whole lot of other stuff that’s complicated, way too complicated for a Pipsqueak to understand. I don’t mind being called a Pipsqueak because I’m not really a pipsqueak at all. Do you know what I mean? We are The Turners from Charleston, South Carolina.' * I'm trying to write like a precocious 10 yr old circa 1965 for my opening chapter adding 5-10 years for each succeeding one and I'd love your feedback! xx ✍ #BorrowedLight #WritersofInstagram #novels #IslesofScilly #voice 💌
Going up to the Mount in Cornwall, (two edits) ... And an odd couple approaches the top! * I've been looking for something from my novel to post for you on Christmas but I'm so exhausted from writing, I can barely see straight ... So instead, how about a poem - - not by me? 😊 * 'It rained when it should have snowed. When we went to gather holly the ditches were swimming, we were wet to the knees, our hands were all jags and water ran up our sleeves. There should have been berries but the sprigs we brought into the house gleamed like smashed bottle-glass.' Seamus Heaney. * Come to think of it, that's how I feel right now: smashed bottle glass! 😂 Oh well, how about a Carol and a prayer? * 'On this day angels sing; with their song earth shall ring, praising Christ heaven's King; born on earth to save us, peace and love he gave us ...' (Hymn: German, Personent Hodie 1122) * Merry Christmas everyone and Happy Holidays ... May all our troubles be halved by the New Year and halved again by Spring ... May the World awaken to its Humanity and tyrants vanish like the roots of dying weeds. May we meet in kinder places, toast Yule tidings throughout the year ... May our Love build dynasties in Heaven and no harm touch our dear Family and Friends! Cheers and Blessings! Meanwhile, I'll be writing, hopefully published and in production for 2020! * Thank you my lovely @instagram friends for what you give me everyday throughout the year! 😘🎅🎁🙏🌟🌹 * #WritersofInstagram 🎄 #CornwallUK #marazion 💯 @stmichaelsmount #amwriting #BorrowedLight 🕯️ #anovelinstories 🌟 #AdventuresinParadise 🎬🌠#LondonFilm 🇬🇧
Barbara Hepworth Sculpture Garden, St Ives ... Abandoned Cornish mine, SW Coastal Path. Tresco Abbey Gardens, Isles of Scilly. 🔆 Winter is the time when the Earth rotates away from the Sun and we observe rituals to bring Light into our lives and honour the flame within ourselves and others. I'm still working to finish my novel Borrowed Light under huge pressures but thought I'd share a scene from Chapter 6, one of a few stories that celebrate Romantic Love between Jean and her old college beau, Morgan. It's actually a slapstick comedy but ends on a very serious note. Hope you enjoy ... 🔆 'I grabbed him as if he were an ancient column filled with centuries of sunlight and clung on. “The details, Jean, the details will bury us. Forget them.” I did, and he kissed me. And the life I imagined we might have had played out in my mind as we kissed again and were married ... And we had a baby girl named Isabella and emboldened by her happy nature we had a second child after a few years and named him Ollie, not Morgan, and Isabella loved him and carried him around with her as she shot up like a patch of Hollyhocks and would finally achieve 5 feet, 11 . . . She showed Ollie how to count tadpoles and hold his own astride unruly ponies, and when we rock-pooled summers in Cornwall Isabella taught him about the flora and fauna of tidal swells and how to paddleboard. After another year, I gave birth to a third baby girl who I named Celia, and she adored drawing cats, growing flowers, and piano playing. I taught Celia all I’d ever learned from my mother Mary about Southern gardening, and our neighbor, a keen lady gardener, helped us revive our beautiful garden constructed of many rooms -- one leading into another. And now, only in my imagination, does the child Celia bring me wildflowers from the garden I keep alive in a white fluted vase -- like prayers to furnish our hearths and homes with wise children to grow Beauty on the Earth. I opened my eyes and saw Morgan.' 🔆 #WritersofInstagram #amwriting #BorrowedLight #womenwriters #anovelinstories #womensfiction #JeanTurner #agentsofinstagram #CornwallUK #islesofscilly #booktofilm #lovecornwall #lovegreatbritain ✍
St Ives, Cornwall, England, the United Kingdom, My World ... To paraphrase James Joyce or Hugh Grant in 'About A Boy' whichever reference floats your boat ... Whatever, there are enough boats in this lovely harbour to float the last of my weekend into tomorrow and I hope it works for you lovely Igers too! ⛵☀️🛥☀💫🕊 * Not posting here as much due to being QUITE STUCK into my novel, Borrowed Light, and as some of you may have noticed from a recent story, it's a bit of a project. I'm editing 297 pages, have the last chapter only half written ... And I've had enough evil misogynist distractions tearing at my life in Massachusetts to sink any bespoke, waterworthy First Class vessel! So wish me luck and put your money on me to finish and publish my novel to great acclaim. ✍♀👏 * And all this living in a SUCH a DUMP! as Bette Davis once said to quote another epic bitch, which I am fast becoming living in said aforementioned dump! 😂 Let's see: James Joyce, Hugh Grant, and Bette Davis!? Hmm ... Most of you know about the state of my life and have congratulated me on my courage but here it's not so much a human experiment as it is an inhuman ZOO!! So, a poem quick, quick -- to summon the higher mind! ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ 'It is a beauteous evening, calm and free / The holy time is quiet as a Nun / Breathless with adoration; the broad Sun / Is sinking down in its tranquility; the gentleness of the Heavens broods o'er the sea. Listen! The mighty Being is awake and doth with his eternal motion make a sound like thunder -- everlastingly. William Wordsworth, 1770 - 1850 * God I love Wordsworth ... Pure Heaven! Finally, I'll point out that if anyone would like to send God's earthly poetry into my life as the 18th Century benefactors of misplaced and near-homeless poets once did, I have a GoFundMe page and it is an interesting and worthwhile read ... Thanks, folks! MUCH Love! 😘💐😊🕊🌲♀✍ * #WritersofInstagram #amwriting #StIves #CornwallUK #England #poetry #agentsofinstagram #BorrowedLight #womenwriters #anovelinstories #womensfiction ♀ #adventuresinparadise 🇬🇧 https://www.gofundme.com/f/kernow-road-productions?utm_source=customer&utm_medium=copy_link&utm_campaign=p_cp+share-sheet
St Ives in Autumn ... In Search of Lost Time ... (New edit) * Suffered a pretty serious injury this week which badly shook me up with results of stigmata wounds on both palms and a busted knee from falling on a train platform ... 😦 And now I have a skin affliction from stress! So the choice here is pure Elan-o-Therapy: Cornish light, the sea, and fond memories of St Ives, Cornwall and England ... * Still writing of course but not particularly inspired today. In fact, pretty thoroughly exhausted. If you're the praying-meditating kind, please remember me in your prayers ... And send £ millions! (Link in Bio!) Thanks! 😂😘💐💸🌿🕊 * Seamus Heaney ... * Now it's high watermark And floodtide in the heart And time to go. The sea-nymphs in the spray Will be the chorus now. What's left to say? Suspect too much sweet talk But never close your mind. * Looking for inspiration in the sea-spray ... Novel writing is brain crushing (sometimes) ... 😌 ✍📚 * New tagline for 'Adventures in Paradise' my London #Hackgate screenplay: 'Sometimes you have to break the law to make it stronger.' (Or something like that!) 🤔 Everytime I read this screenplay it makes me happy. Something special about the language, characters, locations, places, plot. Wish I could find a super agent ... Would change my life!! 🇬🇧 * #CliveandAurora #RomCom #writersofinstagram #kernow #amwriting #smeatonspier #stives #lovecornwalluk #adventuresinparadise #londonfilm #borrowedlight #anovelinstories #womensoriginalvoices #womenwriters #multigenre #literaryagentsofinstagram

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Pendeen Lighthouse to brighten your days! ☀️ My phone was down, the computer followed; repaired it by saying a prayer to Ganesh and after dumping out biscuit crumbs, it booted, crisis abated! And now a wee bit of my screenplay in a scene written for #emmathompson and #colinfirth ✍ * INTER. LONDON - BROWNS HOTEL - DAY - CONTINUOUS * Emma runs to catch up w/ Clive, slips and falls on an icy patch. CLIVE: Oh, there you are, Emma. I was wondering where you'd been lately. EMMA: Clive Reade, you joker, it's been ages, and I can't remember the last time we had a chat. CLIVE: Out for some last-minute shopping? (Helps her up.) EMMA: Yes. I've been eyeing the black Swiss watch at Graff with all the latest bits and bobs. For Michael. You know the one? ( He smiles and nods.)Well, what do you think? (She studies him after she sees bruising around one eye.) CLIVE: Honestly, I think Michael would want you to take what that watch costs, invest it in some stonking stock which you are swell at, and then you can buy him two watches next year. But why ask me, Emma? Look at you, chic as ever, rolling in dough, not to mention the sidewalk and not a bit worse for wear. How do you do it? EMMA: How? I travel constantly and never look back. Now, Clive, I want you to come with me for G&T's and pudding ... A lovely meringue loaded with raspberries and crystalized rose petals! Come on, Clive, it's Christmas, let me treat you! CLIVE: You know there is no way you can make me rehash what has possibly been the worst week of my life. And now, if you don't mind, I'm going to have a quiet lunch by myself without mention of that person or any of your other candidates. And not another word about love. Ever. EMMA: Oh, crikey, you can't be serious. CLIVE: Can you already have forgotten it was you who introduced to the uber-bitch of home design? How about some cougar sheets half-off? No? Right. So not another word about partnerships for a very long time. Because I'm in a really rotten mood. EMMA: What a rubbish friend I turned out to be ... 😩🤣😂🤢😘 * #screenwritersofinstagram #AdventuresinParadise #128pgs #romcom #London #amwriting #lighthousesofinstagram #Cornwall #christmasfilms
BORROWED LIGHT, Chapter 1 *DON’T LOOK DOWN* 'Everybody calls me Pipsqueak but I’m really an archaeologist, the second daughter after Patty whose quiet manners and freckled apple cheeks make our father smile. Hal, the youngest is Mom’s brand new best baby boy, already a footballer. Dad calls him Sky Blue on account of his eyes. Lenny, the second son is usually on the lookout for weak spots to exploit in other people, mostly me. And Ernie, the oldest son, thinks he’s Jack Kerouac, that guy who wrote ‘On The Road’ which is where we’re headed now. All six of us are crammed inside the Impala and Ernie is the reason why. Why we took his running away so personally had to do with all the trouble he caused us especially Dad who decided to let him rot in jail, and Mom is pretty much fed up to her back teeth with all that. Once, she trained as a microbiologist so she could study diseases but she has five kids now so she’s too exhausted to think about germs. Mom considers bragging or being unkind to others who have less than we do rude because it reveals a tragic lack of manners which frankly, I sometimes lack. Dad has decided to stay in Insurance instead of the Law although he’s still pretty hung up on procedures and he’s passionate about his cars. He ran for Mayor last year but after he filibustered City Hall on raising automobile taxes he made people livid, Mom said, and won only 18 percent of the vote, the ones who drive like Speed Demons. I mean, whose Dad goes on a road trip across the country with his wife and four children and makes us feel like it's the Coney Island Cyclone ride? But when I ask Mary, our Mom, why he’s so impossible, she’s says it’s on account of the war and the Nazis. And a whole lot of other stuff that’s complicated, way too complicated for a Pipsqueak to understand. I don’t mind being called a Pipsqueak because I’m not really a pipsqueak at all. Do you know what I mean? We are The Turners from Charleston, South Carolina.' * I'm trying to write like a precocious 10 yr old circa 1965 for my opening chapter adding 5-10 years for each succeeding one and I'd love your feedback! xx ✍ #BorrowedLight #WritersofInstagram #novels #IslesofScilly #voice 💌
Going up to the Mount in Cornwall, (two edits) ... And an odd couple approaches the top! * I've been looking for something from my novel to post for you on Christmas but I'm so exhausted from writing, I can barely see straight ... So instead, how about a poem - - not by me? 😊 * 'It rained when it should have snowed. When we went to gather holly the ditches were swimming, we were wet to the knees, our hands were all jags and water ran up our sleeves. There should have been berries but the sprigs we brought into the house gleamed like smashed bottle-glass.' Seamus Heaney. * Come to think of it, that's how I feel right now: smashed bottle glass! 😂 Oh well, how about a Carol and a prayer? * 'On this day angels sing; with their song earth shall ring, praising Christ heaven's King; born on earth to save us, peace and love he gave us ...' (Hymn: German, Personent Hodie 1122) * Merry Christmas everyone and Happy Holidays ... May all our troubles be halved by the New Year and halved again by Spring ... May the World awaken to its Humanity and tyrants vanish like the roots of dying weeds. May we meet in kinder places, toast Yule tidings throughout the year ... May our Love build dynasties in Heaven and no harm touch our dear Family and Friends! Cheers and Blessings! Meanwhile, I'll be writing, hopefully published and in production for 2020! * Thank you my lovely @instagram friends for what you give me everyday throughout the year! 😘🎅🎁🙏🌟🌹 * #WritersofInstagram 🎄 #CornwallUK #marazion 💯 @stmichaelsmount #amwriting #BorrowedLight 🕯️ #anovelinstories 🌟 #AdventuresinParadise 🎬🌠#LondonFilm 🇬🇧
Barbara Hepworth Sculpture Garden, St Ives ... Abandoned Cornish mine, SW Coastal Path. Tresco Abbey Gardens, Isles of Scilly. 🔆 Winter is the time when the Earth rotates away from the Sun and we observe rituals to bring Light into our lives and honour the flame within ourselves and others. I'm still working to finish my novel Borrowed Light under huge pressures but thought I'd share a scene from Chapter 6, one of a few stories that celebrate Romantic Love between Jean and her old college beau, Morgan. It's actually a slapstick comedy but ends on a very serious note. Hope you enjoy ... 🔆 'I grabbed him as if he were an ancient column filled with centuries of sunlight and clung on. “The details, Jean, the details will bury us. Forget them.” I did, and he kissed me. And the life I imagined we might have had played out in my mind as we kissed again and were married ... And we had a baby girl named Isabella and emboldened by her happy nature we had a second child after a few years and named him Ollie, not Morgan, and Isabella loved him and carried him around with her as she shot up like a patch of Hollyhocks and would finally achieve 5 feet, 11 . . . She showed Ollie how to count tadpoles and hold his own astride unruly ponies, and when we rock-pooled summers in Cornwall Isabella taught him about the flora and fauna of tidal swells and how to paddleboard. After another year, I gave birth to a third baby girl who I named Celia, and she adored drawing cats, growing flowers, and piano playing. I taught Celia all I’d ever learned from my mother Mary about Southern gardening, and our neighbor, a keen lady gardener, helped us revive our beautiful garden constructed of many rooms -- one leading into another. And now, only in my imagination, does the child Celia bring me wildflowers from the garden I keep alive in a white fluted vase -- like prayers to furnish our hearths and homes with wise children to grow Beauty on the Earth. I opened my eyes and saw Morgan.' 🔆 #WritersofInstagram #amwriting #BorrowedLight #womenwriters #anovelinstories #womensfiction #JeanTurner #agentsofinstagram #CornwallUK #islesofscilly #booktofilm #lovecornwall #lovegreatbritain ✍
St Ives, Cornwall, England, the United Kingdom, My World ... To paraphrase James Joyce or Hugh Grant in 'About A Boy' whichever reference floats your boat ... Whatever, there are enough boats in this lovely harbour to float the last of my weekend into tomorrow and I hope it works for you lovely Igers too! ⛵☀️🛥☀💫🕊 * Not posting here as much due to being QUITE STUCK into my novel, Borrowed Light, and as some of you may have noticed from a recent story, it's a bit of a project. I'm editing 297 pages, have the last chapter only half written ... And I've had enough evil misogynist distractions tearing at my life in Massachusetts to sink any bespoke, waterworthy First Class vessel! So wish me luck and put your money on me to finish and publish my novel to great acclaim. ✍♀👏 * And all this living in a SUCH a DUMP! as Bette Davis once said to quote another epic bitch, which I am fast becoming living in said aforementioned dump! 😂 Let's see: James Joyce, Hugh Grant, and Bette Davis!? Hmm ... Most of you know about the state of my life and have congratulated me on my courage but here it's not so much a human experiment as it is an inhuman ZOO!! So, a poem quick, quick -- to summon the higher mind! ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ 'It is a beauteous evening, calm and free / The holy time is quiet as a Nun / Breathless with adoration; the broad Sun / Is sinking down in its tranquility; the gentleness of the Heavens broods o'er the sea. Listen! The mighty Being is awake and doth with his eternal motion make a sound like thunder -- everlastingly. William Wordsworth, 1770 - 1850 * God I love Wordsworth ... Pure Heaven! Finally, I'll point out that if anyone would like to send God's earthly poetry into my life as the 18th Century benefactors of misplaced and near-homeless poets once did, I have a GoFundMe page and it is an interesting and worthwhile read ... Thanks, folks! MUCH Love! 😘💐😊🕊🌲♀✍ * #WritersofInstagram #amwriting #StIves #CornwallUK #England #poetry #agentsofinstagram #BorrowedLight #womenwriters #anovelinstories #womensfiction ♀ #adventuresinparadise 🇬🇧 https://www.gofundme.com/f/kernow-road-productions?utm_source=customer&utm_medium=copy_link&utm_campaign=p_cp+share-sheet
St Ives in Autumn ... In Search of Lost Time ... (New edit) * Suffered a pretty serious injury this week which badly shook me up with results of stigmata wounds on both palms and a busted knee from falling on a train platform ... 😦 And now I have a skin affliction from stress! So the choice here is pure Elan-o-Therapy: Cornish light, the sea, and fond memories of St Ives, Cornwall and England ... * Still writing of course but not particularly inspired today. In fact, pretty thoroughly exhausted. If you're the praying-meditating kind, please remember me in your prayers ... And send £ millions! (Link in Bio!) Thanks! 😂😘💐💸🌿🕊 * Seamus Heaney ... * Now it's high watermark And floodtide in the heart And time to go. The sea-nymphs in the spray Will be the chorus now. What's left to say? Suspect too much sweet talk But never close your mind. * Looking for inspiration in the sea-spray ... Novel writing is brain crushing (sometimes) ... 😌 ✍📚 * New tagline for 'Adventures in Paradise' my London #Hackgate screenplay: 'Sometimes you have to break the law to make it stronger.' (Or something like that!) 🤔 Everytime I read this screenplay it makes me happy. Something special about the language, characters, locations, places, plot. Wish I could find a super agent ... Would change my life!! 🇬🇧 * #CliveandAurora #RomCom #writersofinstagram #kernow #amwriting #smeatonspier #stives #lovecornwalluk #adventuresinparadise #londonfilm #borrowedlight #anovelinstories #womensoriginalvoices #womenwriters #multigenre #literaryagentsofinstagram

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