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       Welcome to the "Write-Place"
                      
               For people who read, write and think 
                            (not necessarily in that order)
                   
 
    Links :          Brenda Blog    info@write-place.co.uk  
 
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Thanks for coming to this site. Here you will find examples of my work - complete and in progress - and I hope that you will take some time to read and comment on what you find here. Comment /discuss by clicking on the link to my blog, above or email write-place.
I hope that you will make the site a favourite and keep returning. This is a place to share stories of writing successes (and failures), get new ideas, rehearse old ones and to simply discuss and communicate with like - minded people. I will  keep it updated as frequently as possible.
 
This is also a place to discuss anything which is topical, of interest to only you (it won't be) to philosophise or take part in my ramblings (on my blog)
 
As one of my favourite books of all time is "Catcher in the Rye" J D Salinger, I wish I had written the famous first line of his book...

"If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth."

 

But as to do that would be plagiarism, I shall make do with the bits I have written on the "About Me" page. Anyway, this site is supposed to be about my writing not about ME so enough of all that.

 
Any publishers, literary agents or anyone who would like to finance my work - please feel free to give me a call or leave me a message.
 
 

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                    Draw Me

 

Draw me a place where the sun shines all day

And the night is so warm we sleep under the sky.

Show me the warmth of the ground that we lie on

And people around us go just passing by.

 

Paint me a place where the air is so cold

that all water is frozen and snow falls soft to the ground.

Make it a dark sky with stars as our light

Make it as though the moon we have found.

 

Carve me a story that tells of us two

and only us two in a world of so much.

Cut into the wood as you cut into my soul

Turning the wood as I turn with your touch.

 

Sculpt me an island, a place of our own

with the beauty of animals, trees smelling sweet

Make it our place where people may visit

But mainly a place where your heart I can meet.

    

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“Some men see things as they are and ask why. Others dream things that never were and ask why not.” - George Bernard Shaw

 

“Don't use words too big for the subject. Don't say 'infinitely' when you mean 'very'. Otherwise you'll have no words left when you want to talk about something really infinite.” - C. S. Lewis     

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

        "Lone Tree" 

 

       (water colour)

 

        Stewart Platt

 

 

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      The Artist’s Studio

 

The walls are full of the images of life.

The wrinkled brow of a thoughtful child,

 straining  muscles of a toiling man.

A sunset and a sunrise

and the glory of the end of a day and beginning of a new one.

 

Paints and brushes lie amongst

 half drunk tea and biscuit crumbs,

as the world stands still as his hands work

on the detail of a feather on a blackbird’s wing

and the glistening dew on a frozen blade of grass. 

I can not paint with watercolours

A pencil in my hand does not make a likeness on a canvas.

My studio is somewhere in my thinking.

 

So I draw with words,

the pleasure and the pain of what I see                 

And together we create our own worlds

which will merge into one.

 

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"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart." ~William Wordsworth

 

 

 

All that we are is the result of what we have thought. The mind is everything. What we think, we become ~Buddha