If you are interested in philosophy – duality and perception in particular – check out this post on a new blog The Phoenix Shall Fall
Speaking of philosophy, here is one of my favourite Nietzsche quotes (at least I think it was him).
“It is hard enough to remember my opinions, without also remembering my reasons for them!” ― Friedrich Nietzsche
Those arches belong to a magnificent building in Clonmel, which dates back more than 400 years. It’s called the Main Guard and was built by James Butler, the Duke of Ormond, in 1675 and served as a courthouse. Over time it was converted into shops, with a basement and additional floors added to it. Now it has been sensitively restored to it’s original state with it’s open arcade of sandstone columns. Architect Margaret Quinlan was commissioned by the Office of Public Works to provide a blueprint for the project. She was awarded a silver medal by The Royal Institute of Architects of Ireland for her dedication to the restoration of what is possibly one of the oldest surviving classical public buildings in Ireland.
The death of Robin Williams has left the world of entertainment with a huge space but he leaves behind a legacy of laughter. To have the ability to bring smiles to so many faces is a great achievement for a man who battled with depression for most of his life. I loved him in Mork and Mindy and in every movie he ever appeared in. From Dead Poets Society and Good Will Hunting to Mrs. Doubtfire and even Popeye. He used his intuitive and sensitive nature to bring to life any character he was asked to play, making him an extremely versatile actor.
To give you a taste of how good he was at improvising, here is a clip I found on Youtube. Thank you Robin for decades of laughter.
Have a listen to this fabulous sound. Irish rock/trad music with an orchestra.
Horslips and the Ulster Orchestra
When writing conflicts with cooking, for me there is no contest. The image above is not a reflection on my culinary skills but a testimony to my ability to focus on my literary endeavours. This morning, in spite of being hungry, I got stuck into writing a new chapter, as I was on a role. I had earlier put some eggs into a pot of water and left them to cook for our breakfast, returning to the living room to continue my typing. I won’t apologize, as all puns are intended.
I became so engrossed by the ideas my brain was hatching that I completely forgot about breakfast. Even though my stomach was rumbling and complaining, I carried on eggstracting one thought after another until I had finished the chapter. With a sigh of relief and a great feeling of satisfaction, I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes – I was eggsausted but eggstatic.
I heard the door opening and a strange smell accompanied my husband as he entered the room, carrying a pot for me to eggsamine.
“I think these are cooked,” he eggsclaimed, holding out the pot. “The rest are on the ceiling.”
Well, you can see from the photo above just how ‘hard boiled’ they were. It was the sound of our breakfast eggsploding in the pot that caught his attention. This just goes to prove how dedicated writers can be to their work. I have cremated countless pizzas and boiled dry numerous pots of vegetables, pasta and rice, in the wake of pouring out my thoughts and words – I’m not eggsagerating. Now I can add blowing up eggs to the list.
The funny thing is, I was working on a sequel to one of my books and guess which one it was – ‘A Pocket Full of Shells‘ – I kid you not!
While on a recent camping trip to the west of Ireland, my family and I discovered a fabulous castle. It would make a great setting for a book, of any genre. Follow the link below and take a look at the video if you would like to see a lovely example of a late 15th century Irish tower house.
Camping and a castle