Thursday, 15 April 2010

A DARTMOOR OFFICE

If the words won't come, I always head up to the moor, spend some time where many of my characters live. There's even a house I imagine them inhabiting, where this bloody (in both senses) final scene, that won't quite come together (yet), takes place. Oh, well. It's not a bad place to work. Notes, of course, were revised in the pub garden.




7 comments:

WOMEN RULE WRITER said...

Wow, it looks fab. I hope the last bit comes together for you.

Milton said...

Fab pics. Who wants to work when your world looks like that?

Milt

Jamie D. said...

What a beautiful, inspiring place to daydream. Good luck with your final scene...

TOM J VOWLER said...

Getting there slowly, Nuala. Endings can be tough.

I am lucky, Milton, yes. I'm not built for cities.

Thanks for stopping by, Jamie.

Paul said...

I'm sorry that you must suffer such hardship with your writing. I wish I could take it off your shoulders (and put it on mine).

Anna-Marie said...

love your photos Tom - what beautiful scenery, very calming. I really like seeing pics of other people's surroundings, reminds me a bit of that movie "Being John Malkovich". Not that I want to actually get inside anyone's brain..oh dear I'll get my coat..

Anonymous said...

... deep in the relationship between landscape and writing exists the essence of unborn form.

...Your photos are an inspiration: And while the desert-scape I thirst, in and around Siwa Oasis, Egypt, is not so close at hand, I am convinced the form of my partly-submerged-half-baked novel, awaits me.

Zaynab