Have I ever described my favourite coffee cup to you? I call it my "witchy cup". It's made of fine bone china and it boasts five witches in caricature. A small green frog with a blue pointy hat sits squat and rolls his eyes. This cup is gorgeous and loads of fun. I know I could for the more traditional flowers drinking vessel but this cup and my blazing orange Mermaid one are the top of the pops. Each morning as I struggled to enter the world from my dream state a hot brewed coffee appears on one of these mugs – magically.
Cup poised, pen ready my words float across a blank page. This ritual has been a part of my writing life for nearly fifty years. I've always been a dreamer – my imagination a driving force and sometimes even my salvation when the coldness of reality laps at more door. It's not that I can't be pragmatic, serious or even academic. Its just that the reative muse within remains as always my best friend.
I am inspired by my surroundings or even futuristic places. For example I was sharing a coffee moment with a friend yesterday and planning a holiday in 2010. She was describing the possibilities and all of the time I was focused on the view. I sensed the ambience of a new adventure, the aroma divine. No doubt you'll hear about it in future episodes of, Julia's
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