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Magi Gibson
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Tuesday, July 15, 2008. Bastille Day plus One. Just finished the first draft of the second book in the Seriously Sassy! Series for Puffin. And received the final editorial notes for book one. I'll start on them tomorrow, but tonight I'm taking a wee break. Hence this rather overdue posting. Over the last couple of months I've been on Hoy, one of the Orkney islands, which was idyllic, Dublin to see Ian's mum, London for the annual Puffin Party - brilliant! In a Paris Supermarket July 13th 1989. One franc ...
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Magi Gibson: March 2008
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Monday, March 31, 2008. As a woman it has always bothered me, the notion of being the Muse. A bit like being the model for an artist or a sculptor, it requires a passivity I would find difficult. Anyway, when it comes down to it, the notion of a Muse as a real person is merely the projection of something the writer longs for onto the person - or Muse - of their choice. I very nearly didn't make it myself. Shrouded in leaves you lie. Beneath the sheltering trees. In a cradle of jagged shell. Wet and slipp...
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Magi Gibson
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Tuesday, July 15, 2008. Gorgeous, or what? Vintage, eccentric, eye-catching and makes me smile. Ian Macpherson in Byres Road, July 2008. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Heriot Toun Artists' Studio - Pat and Andy. Poems for a War So, at last Serbia has tracked do. Gorgeous, or what? Vintage, eccentric, eye-catchi. Bastille Day plus One Phew! Just finished the fir. Simple template. Template images by luoman.
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What The Rejection Club is, and is not « The Rejection Club
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It's gonna happen, so you might as well have some fun. What The Rejection Club is, and is not. The Rejection Club is for…. Writers. Mainly poets, but other genre’s are welcome. The Rejection Club is not…. An opportunity to bitch, gripe, moan or whine. The Rejection Club is not a place to indulge in your personal vendettas. If you can not take rejection in a mature fashion then we suggest that you rethink your ambition. The Rejection Club is…. The Rejection Club will work by…. I don’t like the idea ...
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Erratic Thoughts: March 2011
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Some stray strands of twisted brain waves. Wednesday, March 16, 2011. Running temperature and mind! The other day, I was taking a walk, now I don't know why I was walking in the middle of an afternoon with the sun sparing not even a slightest thought to me.but after walking some I was thirsty, sweaty and tired.You get the picture, right? A normal person should think that somebody might have just left this very spot, doing just exactly what I was doing. Why wasn’t I feeling those sunburns if I was l...
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Erratic Thoughts: July 2010
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Some stray strands of twisted brain waves. Monday, July 26, 2010. Some comical moments- for a ticket to poetry bus. Niamh B is the poetry bus driver this week. She tells us to write something on confusion see. Ohh she has written one beautiful poem herself. This is my entry for buying a ticket. This has really happened, so it's no invention.As I think about it now, I can't stop laughing. Good god! For the life of me, when you are sleepy, go and sleep instead of doing such antic things at night. Colors go...
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Erratic Thoughts: The Snake Charmer
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Some stray strands of twisted brain waves. Monday, September 19, 2011. The Snake Charmer, Henri Rousseau, 1907. Among the jasmine blooms. Where woods are deep. My flute calls for surrender. To my four snakes. Hope, love, joy and prosper. From the green lake. They come to me, helpless. At the lure of my tunes. But I have no venom. I’m a silky maiden. Merely playing my pipe. On a cold night. When the moon whispers. Fiery lust in the bushes. So I play my flute. To swathe my naked desire. You seem to have ev...
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Erratic Thoughts: June 2010
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Some stray strands of twisted brain waves. Monday, June 28, 2010. They were walking hand in hand on a sea shore. It was a nice, quiet and clear night. Cool breeze was blowing around them. They were enjoying the roaring sea to the fullest. It was a very unusual couple, the man being much too older than the girl. But the love between them was evident from the way they were looking at each other. They were so much into each other that it was difficult to identify where one started and the other ended. He re...
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