Personal diary of John Barnabas (aka Barney) Leith
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On the Strandline
Posted by: Amy Palko in Creativity
We are beachcombers. We two cast our gaze wide over the strandline, plundering shingle and shale for treasure hidden in plain sight. The gradations of blue on the shells of bicuspids, the frosted smoothness of oncewerebottles glass, a couple of oh-so-precious cowrie shells and a piece [...]
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Barnabas’ shelf of books about writing
What’s the difference between Rod Duncan and Barnabas?
Rod’s a published novelist. Barnabas is a dreaming wannabe.
I have a couple of shelves of books about writing – books about how to write novels, how to write poetry, how to write for TV, you name it… But like most of those who [...]
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It’s ridiculous, really.
I think about Barnabas Quotidianus every day. I have loads of ideas for posts, but when it comes down to it something inside says, “Oh, let it go. Don’t bother. Write something tomorrow.” Tomorrow comes and I go round the same loop. Aaargh!
So, this is just a little something to bust that wall [...]
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photo credit: K. Sawyer
When I started blogging I was full of enthusiasm. I wanted to write every day. Some days I’d write several posts. But as time has gone on the urge to write has faded somewhat.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I still love to write. I’ve always loved to write, and my blog [...]
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I was rooting around in my diary files the other day and found this unfinished story. I wrote it at the time Conrad Black, former owner of the Daily Telegraph, was on trial in the US for fraud. Conrad Black was someone who knew how to use the power of words to get people to [...]
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I read the last stanza of the Roger White poem I’ve incorporated into the script:
Tell, Duarte Viera, kindly tell,
What crime won you a prison cell?
The Wildfire group, seven of us – Nancy, Navid, Serene, Carmel, May, Izzy and I – are on the stage in the Old Gym at Wellington College. We’re facing an audience [...]
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