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Knowing Nothing

October 4, 2020May 24, 2022 ~ myedinburghpress ~ 2 Comments

Here’s what I’ve been thinking about lately: not knowing; having a blank slate; feeling uninformed and therefore not able to put forward a considered opinion; having hardly any of the answers; not being sure what I am writing about. It’s not fashionable these days to say you don’t know, or that you haven’t made up … Continue reading Knowing Nothing

How Romantic

September 23, 2020 ~ myedinburghpress ~ Leave a comment

“I wandered lonely as a cloud” – isn’t it amazing to think that when Wordsworth wrote that line it was new and arresting? As fresh as a daisy, which was once also an original phrase. It’s a tricky thing this word spinning, tricky, that is, to come up with fresh ideas and novel combinations of … Continue reading How Romantic

Happiness Writes White

August 17, 2020 ~ myedinburghpress ~ 1 Comment

I had never heard the phrase before and then (how does this happen?) I came across it again within twenty-four hours. ‘Happiness writes white,’ he said. ‘When I am content, I have no inspiration. Ease causes the muse to fly.’ I didn’t want to believe it, that one needs to be tortured in order to … Continue reading Happiness Writes White

Collection

July 7, 2020July 11, 2022 ~ myedinburghpress ~ 1 Comment

Occasionally in a charity shop I will see someone’s life collection, and I will pause to nurse a couple of seconds of heartbreak that this is where it has ended up. Thimbles: I saw about sixty of those once, porcelain, in a wooden cabinet all divided into tiny squares, a home for each one. Each … Continue reading Collection

Dear Reader

June 21, 2020July 23, 2020 ~ myedinburghpress ~ 7 Comments

‘Who is your ideal reader?’  It was the question posed by one of The Saturdays – the given name of the five of us who zoom-write at the weekend.  Hard to say, was my answer, easier to say who my ideal writer is.  After all, I’ve thought about that, I’ve even acted upon it: told … Continue reading Dear Reader

You Never Learn To Do It

April 8, 2020April 14, 2020 ~ myedinburghpress ~ Leave a comment

Having been alerted to my own haphazard use of the full stop I now see it abused everywhere.  There is one particular book I am reading.  In this book it is placed most unconventionally.  Places where you wouldn’t expect.  Everywhere.  Are full stops.  Littered with profligacy.  Strewn.  Thoughtlessly.  Needless to say, it’s driving me mad, … Continue reading You Never Learn To Do It

Life Is a River

March 6, 2020 ~ myedinburghpress ~ Leave a comment

Bertrand Russell, philosopher, mathematician, historian, writer, essayist (annoying all-rounder), wrote – at a sprightly 81 years old – a famous article entitled, “How to Grow Old”.  He himself was to grow much older, but he can’t have known, when he was writing it, that he would live to the ripe old age of 97.  On … Continue reading Life Is a River

Good Enough to Steal

February 25, 2020February 25, 2020 ~ myedinburghpress ~ 2 Comments

Is there anything new under the sun?  Is anything we write or paint or compose truly original, or is every creative act influenced (hopefully for the good) by what has gone before, so that what we produced has been re-learned, repeated, tweaked?  Apparently whenever W.H. Auden read something in a book that he liked or … Continue reading Good Enough to Steal

(In Parentheses)

January 31, 2020June 2, 2020 ~ myedinburghpress ~ Leave a comment

I overuse brackets (I think).  When I read back over something I’ve written, out they jump out from the text like a spring lawn filled with dandelions.  There are too many.  Time to do some weeding, remove a few, until I weaken and reinstate my sideway smiles… ).  Entirely unsure as to when and where … Continue reading (In Parentheses)

Orphan Photographs

January 4, 2020 ~ myedinburghpress ~ 2 Comments

‘Put the phone down and live in the moment!’ – hasn’t that been the refrain for some time now?  I get it, and mostly I try to do it.  However, from time to time, I do love to excuse myself from the present and become so absorbed in capturing the moment that I’m removed from … Continue reading Orphan Photographs

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I hope my online Edinburgh Press will, in time, hold a similar collection in words to that which is in my Edinburgh Press at home.  I will add to it as often as I can building a collection of memories and observations bubbling up from below, breaking the surface of my mind. I’ll send them out into the world where you can, if you want, share them. Welcome to My Edinburgh Press.

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