The appearance of things changes according to the emotions...

and thus we see magic and beauty in them, while the magic and beauty are really in ourselves.

Kahlil Gibran

So...I've decided I could never write gooey love stories. Slush is SO difficult to put down on paper. There's no depth to it, no bite, no rough corners. And that's what interests me.

Hence, my difficulties since The Wedding...

It was a fairytale wedding, radiant, full of love, magic and beauty (The word slush would demean it) - and all that, I find incredibly hard to be creative with...

It's almost as if the writer in me is waiting for some blackness - or if not blackness, at least grey or, last resort, off-white.

Be careful what you wish for, Caroline Coxon.

Last night, at 6.15, I was thinking to myself..."What I really need is some work to get my teeth into." Then THAT MOMENT the phone rang. "Caroline, I hate to call you so late but...are you busy this evening? You can laugh at me if that's impossible."

My mind is WAAAAAY too powerful.

In India, "cold weather" is merely a conventional phrase...

"...and has come into use through the necessity of having some way to distinguish between weather which will melt a brass door-knob and weather which will only make it mushy."

Bizarrely, no images of melting door-knobs, still less mushy ones, are to be found. ANYWHERE. So here instead is a painting of a door-knob at room temperature. British room temperature, that is.

by Leyla Munteanu

The quote is from Mark Twain and made me laugh out loud so I had to use it today, specially for my friend in Bombay, Rusty Irani, blogger about films extraordinaire, brilliant screenplay writer, especially in the Western genre (Western as in cowboys, not as in...as opposed to Eastern)...

 ...and very good friend.


Our snow here is melting, almost as quickly as it arrived. Shame!

We are left with mushy slush. Neither pretty nor any use to man or beast.

Slush ranks second only to sleet on my weather hit list...if you're at all interested...