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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 #amediting #StIves #Cornwall #CornwallUK #England #poetry 🇬🇧 #agentsofinstagram #BorrowedLight #womenwriters #anovelinstories ✍ #womensfiction ♀ #London #screenplays #adventuresinparadise
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
Hypothetical Ask The Author Two Questions: Why do you write? Isles of Scilly! What do you hope to achieve with your writing? Everything--or at least a home in the #IOS ✍☀⛵☀ * Excerpt 'Adventures in Paradise' ©europabridge1 from Act III of Clive's posh dinner party set at his father Downton Abbey-ish Knightsbridge home. * BULLOCK: Oh, you beacons of light, it is always you poncey toffs having your publicists phone us for a bit of ink about your besotted love lives, late night 'leaked' sex videos and confessionals, drug afflictions and posh rehab clinics … And you throw a wobbly about invasion of privacy? Well, you can’t belly up to the bar without a bill ... Who wants to read about the lives of the rich and inane? The people do, that’s who, and we will give them what they want and sell newspapers doing it because that’s what we do--that’s our business! We’re entertainers and businessmen not arbiters of good taste circa 1996  Lafite Rothchild. So here’s to a quick death and an easy one ... Big ol' bottoms up, Old Boy! DAME ANGELICA: If I as much see my name in your deplorable broadsheet,  you’ll find out what poncey means, you idiotic bork. EMMA: Epic evening, Clive, best I’ve  had in donkeys years. CLIVE: Thanks, Em. And now, Bullock and Aechelleos, an apology now for everyone you’ve put your inky stain on or out the door and into the gutter for you both. And on my word as an English gentleman, you will never see the end of my fury. CLOSE ON AURORA AECHELLEOS: I'll tell you about insulted … You brought us here under false pretenses to  humiliate and exact revenge for being made a fool after Diane Gregory  created a scandal at 'Lagrunge' -- which we deemed newsworthy. Sour grapes, Clive? RICHARD: (sips wine) Sour grapes, that’s rich. Do you have blood in your veins, Cyrus or vinegar as some have claimed? ⭐ ⭐ #English #RomCom #RevengeCaper #Casting #RupertGraves & #MichaelCaine #ColinFirth or #DanielCraig #ClaireFoy or #CareyMulligan #MaggieSmith #EmmaThompson #ChrisHemsworth #RichardGrant #EmilyBlunt #writersofinstagram #AdventuresinParadise #London #RomComs #AgentsofInstagram #greatbritain #england Check out my #GoFundMe link! #downtonabbey🇬🇧
Tresco Abbey Gardens, Penzance Road. #AdventuresinParadise tiny excerpt follows. Too tired to chat, dears! ✍♀😊🇬🇧☀ * A rainbow arches back across the horizon to Cornwall as Clive drives his cart down a dappled lane. Aurora smiles at his golf cart kit: Cornish flags, Union Jacks, pirate kitsch. INTER. CLIVE’s COTTAGE - DAY - CONTINUOUS They walk by a puddle of baby ducks dozing on the lawn and a British Grey who refuses to move from the door mat. CLIVE: Oh, hello, Graham, don’t mind him. Graham’s the caretaker’s moggy. He lives back down the lane. Clive enters the kitchen while Aurora pokes around his cottage. She returns to the kitchen to find a Cornish jug filled w/ daffodils, platters of fresh seafood, homemade  bread and butter, sparkling water, and a pitcher of Gin & Tonics. A fire crackles in the wood burner. CLIVE It can get chilly here at night  Aurora. A strong breeze blows through the French doors and whips the sheers on the door. AURORA: I believe you. DISSOLVE AURORA: You know, I’m beginning to suspect you of harboring some pretty dreadful habits you’re so nearly perfect. CLIVE: Oh, really? And what would those habits be? Kidnapping damsels in distress and holding them against their will in the Isles of Scilly? AURORA: Argh, we're in pirate country now, matey but I think I'd be quite willing to be kidnapped by you. CLIVE: Or perhaps you’ve heard I’m a moody, abusive drunk? AURORA: Did you hear what I just said? I said I’d be quite willing to be kidnapped by you but I wouldn’t mind tucking into this lobster too (pours a G&T). That Symposium did me in. CLIVE: Yes, I saw the BBC footage of you and Bullock duking it out in the mosh pit …That’s when I thought I might be falling in love with you. Just a bit. --An electric current passes between them. AURORA: Just a bit? DISSOLVE CGI/SPX A stained-glass window casts prisms of coloured light onto the table and the two sun-kissed sailors. CLIVE: How can you look so young? I mean, how can you already have so much professional experience, and still look so young? AURORA: Because I am a fresh young woman! ☀ #Londonscreenplay #amwriting #writersofinstagram #cliveandaurora ©elandurham #London #clairefoy
Guess what I've been up to? Yes! Writing, writing, writing and more writing. Finally, I sent 55 pages of Borrowed Light, a 3 page synopsis, personal introduction, and all fingers and toes crossed for an eventual partnership with an agent, agency, and publisher -- end of last week. Which will hopefully lead to a production company for my films as well. Yay! But enough! I'm weary with no vacation in years and truant here, my apologies dear people! But two queries off, 10, 29, 54 to follow, however many it takes ... Meanwhile, a snippet of Chapter 3, Take a Number and Pipe Down which nearly ends with the following meditation but instead is followed by a comic scene of uncertainty ... Story? Jean moves to LA, meets a famous English actor, a legless stalker, and Nazi Bible thief ... How then to sort these events? 😌 * 'Leaving the family nest for the Big City was hard as one constraint after another imposed itself on Jean's newborn sense of freedom. And like Jean, aren't all our lives born aloft by our ideas of individual sovereignty? We feel we've been plucked like fledglings fresh from the nest thrown to and fro by fickle winds - only to end drowned in the garden birdbath - or perhaps even worse crashed up against the high-rises of The Shining City to fall fluttering from our maiden flights straight into the mouths of the great American domestic cat bearing its fangs ... Tweet! Tweet! Tweet! And rather than offer up plausible explanations or admit a defeat of faith or abandonment of reason however temporary or permanent or alternatively offer the solace of a companionable silence; adult mouths are sealed ... Quiet, please! One finger pressed to the bow of lips slain by a spiteful Cupid hunting innocence or else silenced by the whips of banality to force us into more opaque worlds; worlds where Bibles of Antiquity are plotted against, aborted abortions produce pesky stalkers, and as a result of 1980's stagflation educated women become the dupes of their own good deeds ... So then, where is the light to shine upon these worlds?' Excerpt from Borrowed Light: A Novel-in-Stories by Elan Durham ... ✍ * #BorrowedLight 😊☀📚♀ * #writersofinstagram #amwriting #MyTresco 💙
Mixed Bag Sunday! ☀😊 🇬🇧 St Mary's, Isles of Scilly (1&2) and a Truro pub, Cornwall ... * Still struggling with the ending of my novel 'Borrowed Light: A Novel in Stories' and so wanted to have it ready by Summer... Gutted! 😥 However, the screenplay is BRILLIANT (even if I say so myself), and I've finished a synopsis which poleaxed me for a week. So don't let anyone tell you writing is easy, because it is not. The following is an excerpt from my novel in which nine year old Jean Turner suffers heatstroke and slips on some rocks around the Grand Canyon. P.S. The rocks in these photos are much less treacherous! ✍☀😋 * 'It was just a small slip, only a moments inattention but I had journeyed too far toward the edge, and it was enough. And when I glanced down I saw a darkness and the eddies of dung-coloured civilizations layered through the ancient canyons and iron-stained lava rock that swelled with the Earths blood. And I felt myself falling ... 'Don't look down!' A man's voice, clear and bracing, reached me as I threw myself upon the red sandstone, hugged the promontory with my head swimming and my heart thumping to crawl back up from where I'd slipped. But the hill! The hill was part of an ancient canyon and my eyes watered to see insects and tiny lizards dart around my hands as I clung to the rocks. Hanging by a thin thread of hope, above me a brilliant bird wheeled in the sky and flying in circles, it made two loops and then disappeared over the horizon. I gulped some thin air, and looked up to see a tall man wearing a green slanted hat bend over in the shimmering heat, and he extended a cool dry palm which I grabbed onto for dear life. After a hard yank, I went sailing forward as a crowd of curious bystanders watched transfixed when the disastrous situation resolved itself neatly and I landed squarely on my two small feet ... 'Hello, little girl, are you quite all right?' ' I guess so, Sir, thank you,' I answered as clearly as possible because I was raised to be polite even if I'd just nearly fallen into the Grand Canyon.' from 'Don't Look Down' Chapter 1 #BorrowedLight #ElanDurham * #WritersofInstagram #amwriting #womensfiction @islesofscilly🇬🇧

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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 #amediting #StIves #Cornwall #CornwallUK #England #poetry 🇬🇧 #agentsofinstagram #BorrowedLight #womenwriters #anovelinstories ✍ #womensfiction ♀ #London #screenplays #adventuresinparadise
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
Hypothetical Ask The Author Two Questions: Why do you write? Isles of Scilly! What do you hope to achieve with your writing? Everything--or at least a home in the #IOS ✍☀⛵☀ * Excerpt 'Adventures in Paradise' ©europabridge1 from Act III of Clive's posh dinner party set at his father Downton Abbey-ish Knightsbridge home. * BULLOCK: Oh, you beacons of light, it is always you poncey toffs having your publicists phone us for a bit of ink about your besotted love lives, late night 'leaked' sex videos and confessionals, drug afflictions and posh rehab clinics … And you throw a wobbly about invasion of privacy? Well, you can’t belly up to the bar without a bill ... Who wants to read about the lives of the rich and inane? The people do, that’s who, and we will give them what they want and sell newspapers doing it because that’s what we do--that’s our business! We’re entertainers and businessmen not arbiters of good taste circa 1996  Lafite Rothchild. So here’s to a quick death and an easy one ... Big ol' bottoms up, Old Boy! DAME ANGELICA: If I as much see my name in your deplorable broadsheet,  you’ll find out what poncey means, you idiotic bork. EMMA: Epic evening, Clive, best I’ve  had in donkeys years. CLIVE: Thanks, Em. And now, Bullock and Aechelleos, an apology now for everyone you’ve put your inky stain on or out the door and into the gutter for you both. And on my word as an English gentleman, you will never see the end of my fury. CLOSE ON AURORA AECHELLEOS: I'll tell you about insulted … You brought us here under false pretenses to  humiliate and exact revenge for being made a fool after Diane Gregory  created a scandal at 'Lagrunge' -- which we deemed newsworthy. Sour grapes, Clive? RICHARD: (sips wine) Sour grapes, that’s rich. Do you have blood in your veins, Cyrus or vinegar as some have claimed? ⭐ ⭐ #English #RomCom #RevengeCaper #Casting #RupertGraves & #MichaelCaine #ColinFirth or #DanielCraig #ClaireFoy or #CareyMulligan #MaggieSmith #EmmaThompson #ChrisHemsworth #RichardGrant #EmilyBlunt #writersofinstagram #AdventuresinParadise #London #RomComs #AgentsofInstagram #greatbritain #england Check out my #GoFundMe link! #downtonabbey🇬🇧
Tresco Abbey Gardens, Penzance Road. #AdventuresinParadise tiny excerpt follows. Too tired to chat, dears! ✍♀😊🇬🇧☀ * A rainbow arches back across the horizon to Cornwall as Clive drives his cart down a dappled lane. Aurora smiles at his golf cart kit: Cornish flags, Union Jacks, pirate kitsch. INTER. CLIVE’s COTTAGE - DAY - CONTINUOUS They walk by a puddle of baby ducks dozing on the lawn and a British Grey who refuses to move from the door mat. CLIVE: Oh, hello, Graham, don’t mind him. Graham’s the caretaker’s moggy. He lives back down the lane. Clive enters the kitchen while Aurora pokes around his cottage. She returns to the kitchen to find a Cornish jug filled w/ daffodils, platters of fresh seafood, homemade  bread and butter, sparkling water, and a pitcher of Gin & Tonics. A fire crackles in the wood burner. CLIVE It can get chilly here at night  Aurora. A strong breeze blows through the French doors and whips the sheers on the door. AURORA: I believe you. DISSOLVE AURORA: You know, I’m beginning to suspect you of harboring some pretty dreadful habits you’re so nearly perfect. CLIVE: Oh, really? And what would those habits be? Kidnapping damsels in distress and holding them against their will in the Isles of Scilly? AURORA: Argh, we're in pirate country now, matey but I think I'd be quite willing to be kidnapped by you. CLIVE: Or perhaps you’ve heard I’m a moody, abusive drunk? AURORA: Did you hear what I just said? I said I’d be quite willing to be kidnapped by you but I wouldn’t mind tucking into this lobster too (pours a G&T). That Symposium did me in. CLIVE: Yes, I saw the BBC footage of you and Bullock duking it out in the mosh pit …That’s when I thought I might be falling in love with you. Just a bit. --An electric current passes between them. AURORA: Just a bit? DISSOLVE CGI/SPX A stained-glass window casts prisms of coloured light onto the table and the two sun-kissed sailors. CLIVE: How can you look so young? I mean, how can you already have so much professional experience, and still look so young? AURORA: Because I am a fresh young woman! ☀ #Londonscreenplay #amwriting #writersofinstagram #cliveandaurora ©elandurham #London #clairefoy
Guess what I've been up to? Yes! Writing, writing, writing and more writing. Finally, I sent 55 pages of Borrowed Light, a 3 page synopsis, personal introduction, and all fingers and toes crossed for an eventual partnership with an agent, agency, and publisher -- end of last week. Which will hopefully lead to a production company for my films as well. Yay! But enough! I'm weary with no vacation in years and truant here, my apologies dear people! But two queries off, 10, 29, 54 to follow, however many it takes ... Meanwhile, a snippet of Chapter 3, Take a Number and Pipe Down which nearly ends with the following meditation but instead is followed by a comic scene of uncertainty ... Story? Jean moves to LA, meets a famous English actor, a legless stalker, and Nazi Bible thief ... How then to sort these events? 😌 * 'Leaving the family nest for the Big City was hard as one constraint after another imposed itself on Jean's newborn sense of freedom. And like Jean, aren't all our lives born aloft by our ideas of individual sovereignty? We feel we've been plucked like fledglings fresh from the nest thrown to and fro by fickle winds - only to end drowned in the garden birdbath - or perhaps even worse crashed up against the high-rises of The Shining City to fall fluttering from our maiden flights straight into the mouths of the great American domestic cat bearing its fangs ... Tweet! Tweet! Tweet! And rather than offer up plausible explanations or admit a defeat of faith or abandonment of reason however temporary or permanent or alternatively offer the solace of a companionable silence; adult mouths are sealed ... Quiet, please! One finger pressed to the bow of lips slain by a spiteful Cupid hunting innocence or else silenced by the whips of banality to force us into more opaque worlds; worlds where Bibles of Antiquity are plotted against, aborted abortions produce pesky stalkers, and as a result of 1980's stagflation educated women become the dupes of their own good deeds ... So then, where is the light to shine upon these worlds?' Excerpt from Borrowed Light: A Novel-in-Stories by Elan Durham ... ✍ * #BorrowedLight 😊☀📚♀ * #writersofinstagram #amwriting #MyTresco 💙
Mixed Bag Sunday! ☀😊 🇬🇧 St Mary's, Isles of Scilly (1&2) and a Truro pub, Cornwall ... * Still struggling with the ending of my novel 'Borrowed Light: A Novel in Stories' and so wanted to have it ready by Summer... Gutted! 😥 However, the screenplay is BRILLIANT (even if I say so myself), and I've finished a synopsis which poleaxed me for a week. So don't let anyone tell you writing is easy, because it is not. The following is an excerpt from my novel in which nine year old Jean Turner suffers heatstroke and slips on some rocks around the Grand Canyon. P.S. The rocks in these photos are much less treacherous! ✍☀😋 * 'It was just a small slip, only a moments inattention but I had journeyed too far toward the edge, and it was enough. And when I glanced down I saw a darkness and the eddies of dung-coloured civilizations layered through the ancient canyons and iron-stained lava rock that swelled with the Earths blood. And I felt myself falling ... 'Don't look down!' A man's voice, clear and bracing, reached me as I threw myself upon the red sandstone, hugged the promontory with my head swimming and my heart thumping to crawl back up from where I'd slipped. But the hill! The hill was part of an ancient canyon and my eyes watered to see insects and tiny lizards dart around my hands as I clung to the rocks. Hanging by a thin thread of hope, above me a brilliant bird wheeled in the sky and flying in circles, it made two loops and then disappeared over the horizon. I gulped some thin air, and looked up to see a tall man wearing a green slanted hat bend over in the shimmering heat, and he extended a cool dry palm which I grabbed onto for dear life. After a hard yank, I went sailing forward as a crowd of curious bystanders watched transfixed when the disastrous situation resolved itself neatly and I landed squarely on my two small feet ... 'Hello, little girl, are you quite all right?' ' I guess so, Sir, thank you,' I answered as clearly as possible because I was raised to be polite even if I'd just nearly fallen into the Grand Canyon.' from 'Don't Look Down' Chapter 1 #BorrowedLight #ElanDurham * #WritersofInstagram #amwriting #womensfiction @islesofscilly🇬🇧

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