tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75181639480440992722024-03-04T08:13:35.040+00:00mj mccuaigAuthor of 'The Birds That Never Flew', Thunderpoint. I work in the energising world of making television, telling stories creatively onscreen. I have an amazing son and daughter, both are beautiful, inspiring and engaging. My heart beats at its fastest when I'm at my home on Rathlin Island. Say hi on Twitter @MargotMcCuaig or at margotmccuaig.commj mccuaighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18446351344112962356noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518163948044099272.post-30540835347291136332014-12-28T17:58:00.001+00:002014-12-28T17:58:20.582+00:00the brilliant moon is risingAs 2014 draws to a close I look beyond the horizon and see 2015 waiting on the shoulder of tomorrow, its imminent arrival promising new beginnings and new life. I'll be meeting my grandson in a matter of days, or hours; moments that are hurdling the precipice of soon. He's doing well, thriving healthily in his mother's womb, causing my heart to race when he kicked up a fuss with contractions during boxing day Christmas dinner. He thought better of it and continues to pay homage to his mummy, his life sheltered, his heart content, his wee cheeks filling out with each passing day. He's a wee brother for Tommy, a child missed and always loved, and poignantly, he's a cousin for the next in line, my daughter's news creating a stir at the dinner table in a scan picture that shapes all of our futures, a joyful journey that will take us all far and wide, the globe spinning on our sweet talk and excitement. <br />
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As I look out the window the brilliant moon is rising, its liquid silver foraging, its waves guarding over the fading light in the sky, its pink and yellow glow resting on chimney tops, hugging what's left of another day. In the street, beyond closing curtains, table lamps are flickering, creating shadows that chase the sun, pushing into an evening where Christmas continues to glisten, colourful strobes contrasting with the crisp frost that has coveted pavements and windscreens and made them its own. We go about our business, inside our cocoons, the chill shivering on the outside as the seconds chase minutes and the hours holler after sun slipping from the paths that we carefully tread. <br />
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A flight is lost, a ferry is on fire, families are crumbling at the loss of their loved ones in Glasgow's George Square, and in the midst of all this pain and incomprehensible tragedy we remind ourselves that each and every one of us is fragile, embracing what we have, paying homage to the little bits of happiness we can source in the stars that hover like birds against the highest mountain. We remind ourselves to remember to fly. To soar and climb and push beyond the clouds and the shadows and cradle the dark even when it isn't ours. mj mccuaighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18446351344112962356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518163948044099272.post-47974279724800035132014-11-08T11:55:00.002+00:002014-11-08T11:55:57.054+00:00The Christmas spirit in the sky. At 2.30am I was awake and drowning in the business of my mind and the equally intense nagging of gnawing joints that had locked into themselves creating their finest, rigid, RA sculptures.<br />
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Aware that sleep and I had most definitely parted company for the night I distracted myself by watching the beauty of the moon as it cast its brilliant light against my stormy mind. The night sky was blue, the palest colour, as if the virgin had unhooked her cloak and smothered us in its scented fabric. The surrounding clouds were icy-white, crackling in a murmur of incessant conversation. There I was, a tiny fragment, poised on my hunkers gazing at a canvas of my life; the stars and clouds mapping the journey so far, bright pockets of brilliance contrasting with the pits of moulded darkness where the light stole something but didn't quite shine. It was so apt it was surreal, I could press my fingers against the glass and caress moments of magic, or push the darkness beyond the glare of the moon that was stained to perfection.<br />
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We do that don't we. Push beyond the darkness because that's the best way, the only way. The moments of brilliance, the stars in the moonlit sky come in many guises; the son who is finally coming to a point in his weekly treatment for a potentially fatal genetic disease where there is hope of management of the illness, a daughter who continues to make me laugh and proud in equal measure, a grandson who continues to thrive as we excitedly and anxiously wait to meet him, a sister who says she loves me because I make her laugh and a best, bestest friend who asks me what he can do to make things better and means it every single time he says it.<br />
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After I watched the sky and the stars I watched the telly. A silly, but mildly poignant Christmas movie that illustrated the same sentiment as the earlier moon display outside my window. It was fun and distracting and had me singing carols on the sofa at 4am. It was a welcome distraction but I didn't really need it. Who needs the Christmas movie channel when the festive spirit is in the sky day in and day out.mj mccuaighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18446351344112962356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518163948044099272.post-41723939756269338812014-10-12T14:28:00.001+01:002014-10-12T14:28:20.999+01:00the world can be a creature unimagined..The few people that know me best know that every morning I fire in head first and live for the day, the one I'm actually in, the one where I can do my best to try and make something, anything, that little bit more okay than it might have been. I'm no talking in Nobel prize winning terms here, ah'm no a do-gooder, aspiring saint or an evangelical nutter; but I always take the view that I may as well try my best and see if ah can manage tae get a no bad wee day out of the hours I'm firing into.<br />
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I suspect I'm not alone in this madness, sometimes there's a smile or a wee familiar welcome that lets me know that there's a whole flippin gang of us, positioned strategically worldwide, our remit to gain strength from trying to focus on the positive. We're not actually looking for that much, we just want tae have a day that lets us move forward, take a wee step tae something that isn't gaunnae drag us tae a place we don't really want tae go. We're challenging ourselves tae be better than that. THAT. Any of the piss that has invaded the past.<br />
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But alas, shit invariably happens and so indeed comes the not so good bits; the periods when the world around us suddenly raises its head and emerges as a creature unimagined and the instinct is to fall in the wake of the hurtfulness of others. Everything gets cloudy, a smog so thick you could cut shapes in it. When this happens the actuality is to fall, right on your flippin face, smack bang into the shit and it invariably happens, a unexplored negativity grasping so hard on your ankles that the bones might actually shatter. A red card, a penalty, an insult to injury. A lesson in life. You bend and stretch and teeter on the edge of dissolution. When that happens, to any of us, we are a fraction away from becoming a solution of the wrong sort. We're as crap as the shit oan a dog walker's shoe.<br />
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But we can't be everything, sometimes, to some people, we can't even be anything much at all and that in itself has to be okay and part of living for the day. This day. This day that brings me one day closer to meeting my second grandson. After the heartache of the stillbirth of Tommy every day has been a mix of excitement and worry but the wee fella is doing remarkably well and his arrival is becoming increasingly closer. But it is also incredibly far away. There are a lot of days to be negotiated and prayers to be said as we wait for his appearance and hear his much anticipated voice. He will always be Tommy's brother and a reminder that love and respect are most important things in every day; not the bullshit that every so often creates a stink loud enough tae take control.<br />
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That's what today brings, a journey. And tomorrow will bring one too and that one will be even better than the one before.<br />
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It's gaunnae be great. Ah defy anyone tae tell me any different, especially me.mj mccuaighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18446351344112962356noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518163948044099272.post-41935814159048341572014-09-18T13:41:00.000+01:002014-09-18T13:41:00.404+01:00documentary writing-different from fiction?Writing fiction and writing, producing and directing factual documentary films are different disciplines. <strong><span style="color: #3366ff;">To some extent at least the creative processes are poles apart.</span></strong><br />
Fiction is freestyle; it is frequently an embodiment of the writer’s mind, heart and soul, the dilution or embellishment of people and memories, a complex explosion of inspiration that forms a narrative strand and becomes a haunting or beautiful story.<br />
In contrast recounting a story in documentary form is accurate, its narrative is wholly reflective of that thing fictional writers often stay away from, truth. Where a novel is generated from a seed of something that non-writers may regard as nothing, a<strong><span style="color: #3366ff;"> doc is a valuable interpretation of an actual moment or event in time.</span></strong> Its testimony is precise and powerful.<br />
That’s one interpretation. However, in my experience as a writer of both disciplines, factual and fiction are indeed different,<strong><span style="color: #3366ff;"> but they are also so similar you could be forgiven for thinking that some of the elements are exactly the same.</span> </strong>Indeed, often the twain meet.<br />
When we write a novel our characters’ dialogue, background and surroundings drive the narrative. We use our personality to tell ‘another’s’ story, drawing from the complex persona of fictional characters to create a sense of belonging and an understanding of where the plot is taking the reader. It is fiction, and therefore freestyle, but that said we are using key devices to generate our outcomes.<br />
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In documentary film making we are actually doing a very similar thing. The testimony of programme contributors is the equivalent of our fictional dialogue; they are the characters we want our viewers to engage and emphasise with. Similarly, <span style="color: #3366ff;"><strong>the voice-over and film cutaways are our prose, our positioning of place, and as with the narrator in fiction, they provide the context for the viewer in television.</strong> </span><br />
These key elements set the scene and illustrate the testimony in a visual format. In fiction we describe what we want the reader to see, in documentary film we show the viewer. In fiction our dialogue is crisp, definitive, true to the characters; in factual it is accurate, sharp, edited honestly so it delivers the point objectively and as dramatically as possible.<br />
When I’m working in each discipline I use different tools to deliver the same objective. Before I begin making a documentary I will have a firm sense of what the story is before I film anything (sound familiar fiction writers?). Once I have an understanding of the hypothesis established in my mind (in fiction you’re replacing this with plot) I will interview the programme contributors at length, (in fiction we call them characters!) recording their personal testimony on tape, capturing their personal reflections and experiences in extended conversation.<br />
<span style="color: #3366ff;"><strong>In fiction while our characters’ dialogue is fabricated, in a sense they are being interviewed too, albeit via the writer’s mind.</strong> </span>Like the interviewee, the character often takes control, talking to us in long-form, frequently over-telling the story, insisting on providing us with information that isn’t really relevant to the plot, making their point in a long, drawn out fashion that needs attacked with an editing siphon. You can see it can’t you, how the twain meet, factual and fiction, contributors and characters telling stories that you have to step away from, review and then siphon to reveal the absolute essentials of the story.<br />
<strong><span style="color: #3366ff;"><img alt="thebirdsthatneverflew" class="alignright size-medium wp-image-12098 amzn_view_checked" height="300" src="http://booksbywomen.org/wp-content/uploads/thebirdsthatneverflew-194x300.jpg" width="194" />Consequently, the editing process of both embodies the same approach.</span></strong> Is the character/contributor being precise, is he or she recounting the information that’s pivotal to the narrative in an engaging, interesting and, where relevant, dramatic way? Is the testimony reflective of the moment, is it moving the story on? Does it illustrate the context and help the reader/viewer understand the story?<br />
In factual and fiction, we’re looking for the same outcome, a confident story that draws our reader or viewer into the narrative and keeps them there, turning pages or staying with the doc as it moves from scene to scene. In documentary film instead of chapters we have what’s often referred to as the ‘three-minute rule’. This is essentially a device where we change the pace or setting and add another strand or element of reveal to the film at timely intervals. Essentially these moving sequences are visual chapters designed keep the viewer watching and engaged in the narrative. Likewise, in novel writing we end a chapter and compel the reader to come back for more.<br />
The processes are very similar although at a personal level there are differences. When I’m working in factual I know exactly where I’m going, the film is a reflection of the truth and can’t deviate from thus so before I go into the edit I am hugely disciplined. On paper I outline every frame of the film, editing the contributors’ testimony so it is precise and poignant, using a skeleton voice-over until I cut the voices on screen.<br />
Once they are telling their story in the right place, at the ideal pace, I add the narrative, writing it is so it accurately reflects the testimony and establishes the context and scene concisely. The process is tight, focused and most importantly absolutely specific. Then I add the colour, the visuals that portray the story with moving facts or illustrative context.<strong><span style="color: #3366ff;"> Working with facts is a huge responsibility, equally so when it is factual entertainment where it is your duty as a writer to captivate your viewer from start to finish.</span></strong><br />
All this really helps when I’m editing fiction. I thoroughly enjoy the edit process because I learned how to do it objectively in making television. Sometimes it’s really hard to delete a favourite or funny soundbite from a film but when there’s no place for it, it simply has to go.<strong><span style="color: #3366ff;"> That’s the same in fiction.</span></strong><br />
You might think you’ve written the most beautiful sentence ever written but if it doesn’t fit then you have to highlight it and go through with the inevitable. When I delete a sequence from my film timeline I bid it farewell and I send it on its way with a ‘goodbye’ and a wee salute. I reserve that wee process for TV editing only, if I was doing that with fiction I’d probably lose my voice!<br />
So, often the twain shall meet, but fortunately for me, not in the actual writing process. Where I am specific and precise in writing a documentary, in fiction I’m in freefall, losing myself in narratives that soar and fall and then climb to the highest unlit star all over again. I love both forms; their crossovers and their individuality make me a very lucky writer indeed.<br />
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Margot writes fiction and her debut novel <em>The Birds That Never Flew</em> was shortlisted for the Dundee International Book Prize in 2012 and published in 2013. She’s currently writing another and loving the blissful freefall of fiction… She works in television in Glasgow, Scotland, and is the Managing Director of one independent production television company and co-owner of another.<br />
Her documentary films and mobile apps are acclaimed and recently nominated for RTS awards. Her work has taken her to amazing places and she has interviewed lots of celebrities and extraordinary people but she loves nothing better than spending time with her children or fuelling her creative spirit at her rural home on Rathlin Island.<br />
Margot is a <a href="http://womentoringproject.co.uk/multidisciplinary-editor-fiction-and-non-fiction-writers/margot-mccuaig/" target="_blank">womentoring mentor</a>.<br />
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This article was originally posted on the <a href="http://booksbywomen.org/" target="_blank">Women Writers Women's Book</a> site. mj mccuaighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18446351344112962356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518163948044099272.post-71454322436638821142014-08-04T10:45:00.000+01:002014-08-04T10:45:49.854+01:00writers...ever wondered if doc writing is different from fiction?The <a href="http://booksbywomen.org/" target="_blank">Women Writers</a> website is a fantastic resource for women who write. <br />
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It's a platform for exchange, inspiration, learning, support and writing so I was really delighted to be asked to write a guest blog on the differences between writing fact and fiction. I'm really very fortunate to be able to work across both strands and whilst you may think the two are at loggerheads I find that each discipline helps the other... Aye, strangely enough it does.<br />
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You can read the blog here: <a href="http://booksbywomen.org/documentary-writing-different-fiction-by-margot-mccuaig/" target="_blank">Documentary writing: Different from fiction?</a><br />
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If have any questions or would like to strike up a wee discussion on the topic please do leave a comment and retweet and share the blog so we can engage with lots of other writers!<br />
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Enjoy!mj mccuaighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18446351344112962356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518163948044099272.post-11879382145147781882014-07-30T14:04:00.001+01:002014-07-30T14:04:07.862+01:00polari book prize longlist & good companyWriting a novel isn't about a craving for success, it's more about a desire for people to take a journey with your narrative and share the fruits of your hard work, tears, laughter and sometimes even moments of exhilaration. Actually, it's not just a desire it's a need, a compulsion to bring your characters to life and tell their story to anyone you can pin down long enough to take the plunge and read it. Finding people who want to read it can be a challenge and to that end whilst Book Prizes aren't everything they open people's eyes - fresh eyes - eyes that one minute were unaware of your existence and then suddenly your novel title is dancing in front of them, asking, no challenging new readers to come forward and, well, read and laugh and cry and take that journey with you.<br />
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I'm thrilled therefore, to have made the Longlist for the <a href="http://www.polariliterarysalon.co.uk/Polari/Polari_First_Book_Prize.html" target="_blank">Polari First Book Prize</a> 2014. It's a fine list and I'm on it, woo hoo! Previous winners have been awesome writing talent and to be in the fray along with people like <a href="http://www.freightbooks.co.uk/pippa-goldschmidt.html" target="_blank">Pippa Goldschmidt</a> is really exciting. Pippa was also shortlisted for the Dundee International Book Prize in 2012 (she came second in the end) so it's really lovely to see our writing being recognised across the field. Following the competition Pippa was published by Freight, and myself by the lovely <a href="http://www.thunderpoint.co.uk/" target="_blank">ThunderPoint</a> publishing who were keen to take a chance on a wee unknown such as myself. I'm really grateful to them for putting their trust in me and my <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Birds-That-Never-Flew/dp/0957568924" target="_blank">Birds That Never Flew</a> as they are doing their best to get off the ground and spread their wee wings. <br />
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One other exciting thing. <a href="http://kerryhudson.co.uk/" target="_blank">Kerry Hudson</a>, whose writing is exquisite and adorable, made the shortlist of the Polari in 2013. How good is that for keeping outrageously talented company. A happy day. <br />
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The shortlist will be announced on the 8th of September and the winner on the 8th of October. Exciting times and the best thing is I already feel like a winner.<br />
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mj mccuaighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18446351344112962356noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518163948044099272.post-33788899649685134822014-07-23T09:32:00.001+01:002014-07-23T09:32:54.077+01:00at the scene of the sweet-sworn vow, humanists & new lifeAs days go, this was one of monumental status, my son Daniel marrying his gorgeous bride Emma, two kindred spirits promising their hearts and souls to one another in a ceremony so rich with love it crackled like candy apples. It was a beautiful day, the rain pissed down (all day) never removing its wee shiny pouches of glittering wetness from the scene for a second. It was a welcome visitor all the same, we totally understood why the rain that had fallen on their lives, wrapping them in the love and guidance of their developing relationship, wanted to be part of such an important, life-defining, event. <br />
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Their love for one another was blessed and bound at a Humanist ceremony, the same Humanist Celebrant who had conducted the farewell funeral ceremony for Daniel and Emma's stillborn son Tommy almost two years ago to the day. It was beautiful, personal, funny, moving and extremely emotional. The tears were flowing and the love was bursting from the blossoms in the trees in wee petals of the sweetest pink that fluttered and strayed before settling on the scene. Before Daniel and Emma spoke their vows I took to the stage and recited a wee poem I had written especially for them as part of the blessing. A personal tribute, it went like this...(ach, I know it's not very good but it's from the heart!)<br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">THE SWEET
SWORN VOW </span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">At the scene
of the sweetly-sworn vow <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">wife and husband
bind body and soul in a wind-stilled hush<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The boughs
of their summer-love<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Gently teasing
hearts that fall and rise<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Soaring to salty
white sky so worldly wise, <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">t</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">he palest purple
clouds saluting the glorious gush<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">At the scene
of the sweetly-sworn vow</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">birds sing, a
soft song grasping the moon,</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">the child
long since remembered peering from the brightest star<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">His glittering
rays catching golden sun,<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">where husband
and wife become one, <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">anchoring hearts
and souls amid waters strong and far <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">At the scene
of the sweetly-sworn vow<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">hope soars
on button holes and waistcoat<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">and circular
bands <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>as fresh as wind-driven snow<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We gaze as the
dreams of wife and husband grow<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">pledge and passion
scattering on scarlet berried <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">sycamores
and soft leaf’d elms that sway and float<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">At the scene
of the sweetly-sworn vow<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Those trees
stand still, breathing the summer silence <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">blossoms of toasted
friendship lingering in a clearing sky, <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">black swan
clouds ruffling into the distance high<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The be-all, the
end-all, the everything-all where art thou<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">husband and
wife, wife and husband, sealing their sweet-sworn vow.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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The ceremony was sealed with the beautiful news that Emma is expecting their second child and in the new year they will welcome new life, a brother or sister for the never to be forgotten Tommy. It's a new beginning and they deserve all the happiness in the world. Daniel is dealing with a horrible genetic illness, and now we have discovered that his sister Siobhan has the same disease, however if love can make their world an amazing, powerful place then they're all going to do all right. I am truly blessed to have such a wonderful family. Being a mother is such a privilege and one I live for. Let's raise a wee glass for all the beautiful kids out there, I hope you are healthy and happy and above all loved.<br />
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Just before the silence that only an island hillside can bring- a noisy quiet that is shrill and sweet in equal measure- the rain had pounded on the patio, its words a language I couldn't quite understand.<br />
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And then the tree began to sing, its rain-soaked melody cracking the bough of the sycamore, its light chasing the sea spray, its song like magic. There is a powerful music in that tree and one day, soon, I hope more than anything else that we'll speak about its sweetness.<br />
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mj mccuaighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18446351344112962356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518163948044099272.post-85570000492206477062014-05-04T14:51:00.002+01:002014-05-04T14:53:50.095+01:00making memories in mullindressThis weekend I'm making memories. Lots of them. I'm snaring everything that moves and stocking it up, packing as much as I can into the soles of my shoes and the salty roots that are snaking below the foundations of Mullindress. Now don't be thinking I'm greedy, these moments aren't all for me, I'm going to share them, and one day my children will pass them out like playing cards, photographs of the past shuffling from their hands to the chosen others, past meeting present and continuing to grow and forage into the ether.<br />
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I'm with mum and dad for the weekend, their first stay in the new house at Mullindress. They brought the past in through the tall glass doors, my dad shaking 80 years of his own memories from his shoulders before peeling off his overcoat and unfurling the recollections of his parents too, decades that stretch far into the distance and yet all the while crossed the threshold of my door mat last night.<br />
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Readers of this blog will know that my house at Mullindress has been built from hard work, passion and a love of my heritage. Dad was born in the house that guards us from it sentry point a few hundred yards up the single-track road, mum travelled with him to the island for the first time more than 60 years ago, and together they walked the treads of Mullindress's paths and enjoyed the craic within the framework of walls constructed in another time, which are now of the same place. <br />
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"The dresser was just there on that back wall" says dad, "we had a right laugh listening to all the old stories" says mum.<br />
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Their stories, our stories, forever-more stories. Memories made and shared and blessed by the sun rising from the east.<br />
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<br />mj mccuaighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18446351344112962356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518163948044099272.post-1926396024307558242014-04-28T09:17:00.002+01:002014-04-30T09:08:30.932+01:00I'm up, on the writing blog tourReaders, for this post you'll need to put your outdoor shoes on. We're going on a journey, well, not so much a journey, more of a tour. A 'writing blog tour'. Not everyone likes these little pockets of <em>me, me, me</em> wisdom but I love their charm and character, they are a fascinating insight into writing, or more specifically the writing processes of writers. It's like a really posh nosiness, a kind of 'come <em>dine with me'</em> snoop in the bedroom with drama that's not on the stove but in the fingertips of those who cook words and scenarios rather than dinner. <br />
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Don't get me wrong, writers eat too but we make an awful lot of things up so an actual <em>come dine with me</em> would most definitely involve some level of fabrication as part of its preparation and delivery. The pastry wouldn't emerge from the simple process of opening a paper bag of flour. The story would more likely begin in the pocket of a battered leather saddle-bag, on the back of a donkey in a partially ploughed field, on a thinly populated island inaccessible by anything other than a bi-annual boat trip. Or something like that..<br />
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Okay, for those of you not sure of what is about to whet your appetite, here's how it works. A writer, who has been nominated by another person of words, answers four questions that are designed to reveal something about the inner sanctum of the writers' writing and writing processes. I was nominated by <a href="http://paulcuddihy.com/aboutme/" target="_blank">Paul Cuddihy</a> who is a prolific writer of some four published books and he's working on another. He's also really proactive and is incredibly passionate about his love for writing. His enthusiasm gives me a wee shake when I need it. This is one such shake. <br />
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Before I answer the questions on the menu, you can read Paul's very well constructed responses to the blog tour <a href="http://paulcuddihy.com/category/blog/" target="_blank">HERE</a>.<br />
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And to the questions.<br />
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<strong>What am I working on?</strong><br />
I'm working on my second novel. The process is one of absolute joy and excitement, the kind of all-encompassing satisfaction that makes sense of why I was put on this earth and reminds me of why I write. But then, as is always the case, such moments of joy are always compounded, sometimes just moments later, with sheer panic, a key-stone cop crisis of confidence that has me physically lunging, hopscotching out my despair in comedy, spindly legged fashion. <br />
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Drama folks, is definitely part of the writing deal.<br />
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Fortunately I don't panic (other than in the actual moment, which is admittedly, quite panicky) as I understand that uncertainty is a part of the process and always, always the way forward emerges. I guess I'm lucky in that I work in a creative environment and I have learned to trust my instincts and believe in my ability to let the right outcome emerge in it's own time. It aye does and it's lovely when it does.<br />
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Anyway, the novel, which I won't say too much about for now, has been as long as 35,000 words and is now a little over 15,000. Much of what I had written was telling me what the story was, now I need to show the reader how the narrative and characters will illustrate it. The scythe has been swung and I'm seeing the beauty beneath.<br />
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<strong>How does my work differ from others in its genre?</strong><br />
This is actually a difficult question to answer as it's not easy to be truly original when writing fiction as characters are always in some respects familiar to the reader, no matter how unique we as writers try to make them. However, I can say that my work is different from others in this genre because I stay true to the characters, I let them be themselves and dictate their journey. It's their narrative and that in itself must equate to difference, no?<br />
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My first novel, <em>The Birds That Never Flew </em>featured the Virgin Mary, not as you might think of her, if indeed you have ever thought about thinking of her, but as a young Glaswegian with a local twang and attitude that doesn't hold back. Her 'language' was in some respects her strength, it allowed her to illustrate Elizabeth's vulnerability (the narrator of the story) with a toughness that might not have been as compelling in another tongue. In my new novel, language, or at least an interpretation of it, is a key component of the relationship between two of the central characters, twin brother and sister Barra and Rathlin. I don't want to say too much about it but sometimes language isn't always about talking and that in itself can make the narrative, and the body of the work, different from anything else that is out there. <br />
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<strong>Why do I write what I do?</strong><br />
I write what I do because I believe that the stories aren't just important to me, they reflect the narrative journey of the world that we all peel away from and then just as frequently disappear into, our rollercoaster lives bouncing along with drama and pain and tragedy and sometimes even joy. There's a lot of me and the world I understand in my characters and I'm sure my experiences are shared and that my stories are a reflection of what is to some a familiar and often overwhelming world. I think consuming writing you already know the taste of can be even better than devouring a big bowl of your favourite mashed spuds (or insert similar comfort food fetish)... <br />
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I also write the way I do because I am compelled to, my stories are character driven and they don't sit about saying whheeessstt if anyone tries to speak. They holler, I listen and then I do my best to capture what they are saying.<br />
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<strong>How does my writing process work?</strong><br />
Probably not in the most efficient way. I tend to write a little blind, I know roughly what my hypothesis is (although that seems a little crude) and who my key characters are and then I start to write. I'll have an absolute sense of who my protagonists are and what their story is, but I let them drive the narrative as we go along, giving some of the plot responsibility to them. This process means that characters develop on the road and their outcomes alter or emerge completely differently. For example, I always knew Elizabeth's story in <em>The Birds That Never Flew</em> and I always knew that Mary would impact on her life as she carried out her quest for 'revenge' but the other key characters; Sadie, Paddy, Alan, Larry Spencer, Collette and Laura developed their own characteristics along the way and challenged most of the notions I had of how they would drive the story. It's living a wee bit on the edge, but it's fun when it's working!<br />
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I'm doing the same in my new novel, I know absolutely what Rathlin and Barra's story is but I'm writing with five or six additional characters and they are all emerging and adapting and making the conflicting narratives so much more interesting than anything I could have pre-planned. I'm trusting my instincts and the fact that the characters are strong enough to shape the story in a manner which is natural to the people I am writing about. Well, I am at the moment, ask me again at the end of the day and I'll undoubtedly be in crisis...<br />
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I write when I can, which isn't as often as I would like it to be, but even when I don't have pen on paper (or fingertips on keyboard) I'm scribbling away beneath my eyelids, absorbing situations that I know will work.<br />
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I always, though, start the day creatively, writing a 140 character piece of prose on Twitter that illustrates the world I see beyond my eyes. Before I get out of bed I look out of the window and write about what's in front of me, being as honest and open as I can. It's about seeing what's really there, not what appears to be there at first glance. The world is an astonishing place, if we choose to look at it with our eyes open to possibilities. It's a wee bit twee I guess but it starts my day positively and in my hectic life you can't hope for any more than that!<br />
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And that my lovely readers is that. <br />
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It's time I went back to my writing and as I do I will pass the blog tour baton on to the amazing Sara Sheridan who will undoubtedly be an intriguing asset to this process. <br />
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Sara is a hugely successful author and is the creator of the Mirabelle Bevan Mysteries - a series of 1950s murder mysteries that have been dubbed 'Miss Marple with an edge'. She also writes historical novels based on the real-life adventures of Georgian and Victorian explorers. She is also incredibly hard working so I'm really keen (nosey!) to learn more about how she manages to be both creative and prolific in equal abundance.<br />
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She'll be posting her responses on the 12th of May. In the meantime you can find out a bit more about her prolific writing career <a href="http://www.sarasheridan.com/" target="_blank">HERE</a>: <br />
<br />mj mccuaighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18446351344112962356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518163948044099272.post-48085569869303344322014-04-23T14:44:00.000+01:002014-04-23T14:47:59.383+01:00Favourite books and much more with Paul the Hunted!My friend, the writer Paul Cuddihy, has just released a new book, <a href="http://paulcuddihy.com/read-all-about-it-2/" target="_blank">Read All About It</a>, a non-fiction work to follow his recent historical novel trilogy. He's a busy man. You can read all about him, and his writing processes <a href="http://paulcuddihy.com/aboutme/" target="_blank">here</a>. Incidentally, you'll find a link to a post called 'Blog Tour' on his website and you'll also find that I'm next up. I'll be posting my own responses in the next couple of weeks before being followed by the amazing <a href="http://www.sarasheridan.co.uk/" target="_blank">Sara Sheridan</a>. <br />
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Anyway, the point of the post! Paul has been conducting a series of podcast interviews where he has been finding out a little bit more about writers - exploring favourite books, not so favourite books and bits and pieces about their writing.<br />
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I was kindly asked to take part and this podcast in the result of a very enjoyable afternoon catching up with an old friend who just gets it. I've said it before, writing can be a lonely experience and whilst that is undoubtedly also one of the benefits it's also nice to chat to others who understand the agony and the ecstasy..<br />
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<br />mj mccuaighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18446351344112962356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518163948044099272.post-17585484594585018652014-04-15T20:53:00.000+01:002014-04-15T20:53:03.613+01:00Women writers, #WoMentoring is for you. YES YOU.This isn't ground-breaking news to most, but I'm a woman. <br />
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This isn't actually a problem in itself. I love being a woman, I'm comfortable in this role. In fact, I actually think it quite suits me. However, there is an issue. The problem isn't in being a woman itself, it is in the unequal access to opportunities that we often face, as women. <br />
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It's 2014, there has been universal suffrage in the UK since 1928, and yet we women often earn less than men and find it difficult to advance in our careers to the same level as men.<br />
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Pah! That's pretty unacceptable and it's a much bigger problem than I'm able to tackle at the moment but I do work away at it, hacking away at barriers and hurdling others when I can. I might be just a wee girly thing but I'm the Managing Director of a TV company, I'm a Director of another TV company and some of my programme making involves working in the male dominated world of sport. Yep, a lassie who dares to venture into <em>that</em> realm. A lot of the time it's fine but even still, despite my knowledge and my 20 years experience I still get "could your boss no make it the day hen" disparaging looks at some meetings....<br />
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Anyway, like I said, it isn't my intention to blether about problems, this wee post is about solutions. <br />
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One thing at a time my exceptional ladies. Something heartening and positive is happening and it's just for you.<br />
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I'm also a writer. A novelist. And let's face it, writing is difficult for everyone. It's not easy to snatch 'the big break'. There isn't someone on the street corner dishing out golden publishing contracts to the miraculous few who managed to walk the path without standing on a crack or splitting a pole. <br />
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It takes time to find a home for your writing; it also takes a <em>lot</em> of hard work, definitely some luck and even finance to get to the place you need to be. Finance that not everyone has. And, yep, you've guessed it. If you're a woman it can be that bit harder. We get reviewed less, we earn less...blah blah you know the pattern. It's not easy. <br />
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However, good things. Thanks to the amazing and unbelievably determined <a href="http://kerryhudson.co.uk/" target="_blank">Kerry Hudson</a> there is now a wonderful opportunity for female writers to source free advice and engage in female support in the form of the <a href="http://womentoringproject.co.uk/" target="_blank">WoMentoring Project.</a> <br />
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The project offers a hand and an ear to women writers who are bustling with talent but just that little bit uncertain, and skint; exceptional women who can't afford to buy advice. We, as in the WoMentoring mentors, are going to offer that advice and any additional support we can to make the road a little bit less stressful. I'm thrilled to be one of the mentors in the project. <br />
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Have a look below and you'll find out everything you need to know about the mentoring service. Please read the instructions carefully and if you're going to apply I wish you every success. WoMentoring is like a group hug with a kick in the ass thrown in for good measure. We'll give you love but we'll also make you stronger. Let's do this girls. Like I say, bit by bit. We'll get there...<br />
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Here's a link to <a href="http://womentoringproject.co.uk/multidisciplinary-editor-fiction-and-non-fiction-writers/margot-mccuaig/" target="_blank">my profile</a> on the<a href="https://twitter.com/WoMentoringP" target="_blank"> #Womentoring</a> <a href="http://womentoringproject.co.uk/" target="_blank">website</a>. If you think I can offer you support and guidance then please apply! Good luck! <br />
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Oh, and if you're having a gander at the<a href="https://twitter.com/WoMentoringP" target="_blank"> #Womentoring</a> Twitter page, please follow and stop by to say a big thank you to Kerry Hudson as without her this wouldn't be happening. An exceptional woman indeed. So, details below and lots more information on the website!<br />
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WoMentoring Project exists to offer free mentoring by professional literary
women to up and coming female writers who would otherwise find it difficult to
access similar opportunities.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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of The WoMentoring Project is simply to introduce successful literary women to
other women writers at the beginning of their careers who would benefit from
some insight, knowledge and support. The hope is that we’ll see new, talented
and diverse female voices emerging as a result of time and guidance received
from our mentors.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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selects their own mentee and it is at their discretion how little or much time
they donate. We have no budget, it’s a completely free initiative and every
aspect of the project - from the project management to the website design to
the PR support - is being volunteered by a collective of female literary
professionals. Quite simply this is about exceptional women supporting
exceptional women. Welcome to The WoMentoring Project. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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great ideas the WoMentoring Project came about via a conversation on Twitter.
While discussing the current lack of peer mentoring and the prohibitive expense
for many of professional mentoring we asked our followers - largely writers,
editors and agents - who would be willing to donate a few hours of their time
to another woman just starting out. The response was overwhelming – within two
hours we had over sixty volunteer mentors.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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WoMentoring Project is run on an entirely voluntary basis and all of our
mentors are professional writers, editors or literary agents. Many of us
received unofficial or official mentoring ourselves which helped us get ahead
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industry where male writers are still reviewed and paid more than their female
counterparts in the UK, we wanted to balance the playing field. Likewise, we
want to give female voices that would otherwise find it hard to be heard, a
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.5pt;">In an ideal
world we would offer a mentor to every writer who needed and wanted one. Of
course this isn't possible so instead we've tried to ensure the application
process is accessible while also ensuring that out mentors have enough
information with which to make their selection.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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mentees will submit a 1000 word writing sample and a 500 word statement about
how they would benefit from free mentoring. All applications will be for a
specific mentor and mentees can only apply for one mentor at a time. Selections
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<br />mj mccuaighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18446351344112962356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518163948044099272.post-75764032105542051012014-04-12T17:09:00.004+01:002014-04-12T17:09:41.194+01:00time is but a blizzard of moments, steal them and run!Time is magical. <br />
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It constantly moves; shape-shifting and dancing, moulding new moments from sandy memories, stealing the silence of sleep and blurring the image into something familiar and different in the blink of a fluttering eye. The stars are lit and unlit and dew falls and scatters, chasing new and existing dreams as the dawn glows. We grow, time washing over us, the colours changing, cloudy silence etching features that bend and stretch into the glitter of captured breath.<br />
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My children arrived on Rathlin today, kicking their shoes off in the house in Mullindress and pushing their adult frames into the skyline, their steps natural and free, their spirits at home in the island that has sheltered them year on year since their most formative years. Over the years we have changed, yet the bonds have strengthened. Roots stretch deeper and family flow, chasing the new day like a winding stream.<br />
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I watched my son and daughter come off the ferry this morning, smiling as I glanced at time, frozen for a moment, welcoming them home. They will be 26 and 28 this year and yet they throw their heads back and laugh in the same way they did 25 years ago, they entertain time and embrace it, savouring the past but standing up to the future. <br />
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When I look in their eyes; one child piercing blue and another grey/green, both reflecting the sea and the sky, I see in them both kindness and a determination not just to be alive but to live. As a parent you can't ask for more and for that reason I am eternally blessed. It's that determination that is going to ensure that the child who is sick will push through the boundaries and walk in the same fields, under the same moonlight, where we have bowed to the melodies of time.<br />
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It doesn't belong to us but we'll continue to capture it's blizzard of moments, stealing petals of laughter, heads thrown back and throats open, silence resting in the twilight. mj mccuaighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18446351344112962356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518163948044099272.post-4145376367754837202014-03-22T12:19:00.002+00:002014-03-22T12:19:38.098+00:00the big book move, motherhood & kindnessWith my new home at Mullindress all but complete (there are a few little things outstanding, such as the BIG bookcase build) I'm preparing my book collection for the trip over the water to their new home in Ireland. OVER that most definitely is, not in or under, these things are precious to me. <br />
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Like many other literature lovers I have thousands of books, their colours booming, their words galloping along my shelves, swallowing dreams and exchanging whispers of literary songs that have excited me and made me laugh and cry in equal measure. But it's not all glory, some of these 'echoey' voices have most definitely not made my wings uncoil and head for the milky light. Yes, there are impenetrable books infiltrating my works of hope and genius but I give them their place. An oddfella or two casing the joint helps to keep the balance. <br />
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Again, like many other readers, my collection begins with my very earliest childhood books, including the gorgeous novel I won on Prize-giving day in primary 3 (for excellence I may add, best wee kid in the whole year they strangely determined) about a selkie. If I didn't love fiction before this moment I was consumed from there on in. I read this book and then reread it repeatedly for what seemed like forever. Until of course I discovered Enid Blyton...Yep, I agree, enough said.<br />
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So, back to the matter in hand. I've decided to move all my fiction and my favourite non-fiction to Rathlin. This isn't an 'a-ha' moment that overwhelmed me when the house was completed, it was always the plan during the build process. Before the shapes even began to emerge on the architect's page in my head I could see the compass that is important to me: the sky, the sea and the mountains of my heritage; and my books. <br />
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The view ( I give you sunrise and sunset a little bit further down the page) solidifies and strengthens my past, the breaking dawns that climbed and fell long before my own time, and the books define the person I have become. I'm very much embedded in the land that the house has been created upon but I'm also me, a person who gives a little bit of themselves to people that allow me to, and to my books.<br />
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This is why I find it almost impossible to give books away. When I read a story, I become so entwined with it that I always feel that I've left a little bit of myself between the pages. I sometimes reread books and when I do revisit a story I open the cover gently knowing that if I'm bold or harsh that part of who I am, that literary flight perfected in the pages memory, will disappear and sink forever into the quiet waters of dawn.<br />
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Yeah, whatever, dramatic nonsense...but it is such a wonderful feeling to finish a book and feel that it has changed your life. Not in a lottery winning way but just by the way it has stirred your emotions and made you feel, something, everything, anything at all! <br />
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So as part of this getting ready to pack process I've been revisiting some of the titles that have consumed me. I am going to completely contradict myself here but I cannot believe how many books I had forgotten that I have even read (I know, I've just danced about saying how my side-splitting emotions have been captured within the pages) and then there's the little gems that I have completely forgotten I even wanted to read - even though I undoubtedly rushed out to buy them the minute they were published. Pah, I've got a lot of talking to do with myself.<br />
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I'm digressing again but in preparation for the big move I'm trying to organise my booky past and future on <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18796317-the-birds-that-never-flew" target="_blank">Goodreads</a>. Bear with me, this may take some time. Once that's done I'll start to pack and get my little boxes of emotion ready for the journey to Rathlin Island. I'm excited by that. They give me hope, and comfort and inspiration. And Mullindress is a home that thrives on inspiration and that's something I yearn for in abundance right now because as much as I love my books, at the moment they are a distraction. A means to avoid. <br />
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<strong>Kindness</strong>, as a noun, is 't<span class="definition">he quality of being friendly, generous, and considerate':</span> that 'thing' we crave yet frequently forget to give is both possessive and resistant. <br />
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Sometimes it enwraps you in a knowing warmth, like in that breath-drawing moment when your child unexpectedly pulls you towards him or her in an all-encompassing embrace, kindness standing firm in broad shoulders that could prevent the sun falling from the sky at dusk.<br />
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And yet other times it turns its shoulder and pushes past you, climbing beyond the silence, emerging as a piercing blue sky peering from damp clouds, its brightness distant and consuming, its hush pulsing in splashes of tiny tears that are swallowed by polished pavements and sent back to the weeping faces of angels. <br />
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It's there and then it isn't. A moment passed, its possibilities lingering in the shadow of what might have been. <br />
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When you learn, as I recently have, that your child is ill, your flesh and blood and everything that makes you love and live and breathe, the impact pushes you to your knees. It's devastating to know that kindness and goodness is out of your control. The path is in someone or something else's hands. I can't say too much about it for now as it's not my story to share but this world can so be so unkind, its colours quiet and stronger than us, fingers of fire moulding handshakes that join and separate as conversations start, stop, and then move on beyond the whispering birdsong. <br />
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There are no words to capture this emotion. There isn't a book that can influence change. We just have to ride with the moments and steer outcomes in whatever way we are able to do so. I love books but sometimes they aren't everything. Being a mother is. I shall endeavour to 'write' my way through this wrong and make my story composure in darkness. <br />
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So what now? Well, there's work to be done, not just the work - work of my extremely busy professional life making telly and mobile apps, I mean my writing life. My debut novel is out there in the world and feedback is good so far, the reviews that have appeared have been strong and focussed and seem to have delivered on my objective which was to write a story that people could resonate with, whether by engaging with the characters as people or understanding a little bit about their experiences. Readers so far have emotionally bonded with the narrative and that's really lovely. Although I'm sure there will be those out there that don't or won't because the very thought of reading <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/0957568924/ref=as_li_qf_sp_asin_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1634&creative=6738&creativeASIN=0957568924&linkCode=as2&tag=huwfrancis01">The%20Birds%20That%20Never%20Flew</a><img%20src="http://ir-uk.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=huwfrancis01&l=as2&o=2&a=0957568924"%20width="1"%20height="1"%20border="0"%20alt=""%20style="border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;" target="_blank">The Birds That Never Flew</a> will be of no interest to them. And that's just fine too. Although, be warned you are absolutely missing out... : ) <br />
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I'm writing fiction again, although at the moment I'm tapping away behind my eyelids rather than on paper as the business of life means there aren't enough hours in the day at the moment. I know, I know, being busy is a rubbish excuse, I always SHOUT if you want to write just write, NO EXCUSES but I'm genuinely bereft of moments at the present time, never mind minutes. That doesn't mean that I am not hugely excited about the prospect of pulling those little sparkles from the ethers and building them into sentences that make the page shine and my spine tingle. <br />
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Speaking of tingling spines, I actually fractured a vertebrae in mine last week, as you do! Just another wee bit of drama! A painful experience to say the least but not enough, fortunately, to slow me down for long.<br />
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The plan then is this. I'm making an amazing doc film at the moment, a strong compelling narrative that requires my writing skills to be at their very best. By the end of March I'll be excitedly returning to my as yet untitled novel. I've only written 30,000 words so far but the story is becoming so strong its characters are speaking to me incessantly. I'll have a hard time getting them to hold their wheesht for the next few weeks. Be still my chattering folks.<br />
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I've also joined a fabulous project created by the author <a href="https://twitter.com/KerrysWindow" target="_blank">Kerry Hudson</a>. When it launches (in April, I think) #WoMentoring will see a plethora of writers give up a few hours of their time to mentor women writers who don't have the opportunity (or finance) to get access to guidance from fellow writers who understand the creative process. I'm excited and privileged to be able to be involved. Writing can be lonely and sharing ideas and passion can be exquisite. I'll write about this process here and I'm very much looking forward to meeting my writer, or indeed writers. <br />
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A few years back, following on from a creative writing class with the fabulous and indeed very inspiring novelist <a href="http://ekreeder.com/" target="_blank">Elizabeth Reeder</a>, I joined a writing group drawn from our class after the tutoring had ended. It was a great thing to do. Sometimes we need another voice, even if we don't always agree with it.<br />
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Aye, I know, all that snash about there not being enough hours in the day. I don't eat mince so I might as well talk it. However, if I know one thing in life it's this, if you want something done you've just got to do it. 'I can't', 'I'm not able' aren't really options. I know, my fingers are still bristling from everything I said to the contrary up above but I guess I know that I will write, I'll find a way, even if it is only captured moments. They all count.<br />
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I set out on 2014 with the goal of completing my new story, my novel, before the year is out. I'm really looking forward to doing that. As well as talking about the #Womentoring project I may well post something from the book soon, just to see what you think...mj mccuaighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18446351344112962356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518163948044099272.post-11821795988110065522013-12-20T12:28:00.001+00:002013-12-20T12:28:09.357+00:002013: creative, invigorating, exhausting. How has it been for you?It has been a whirlwind year. <br />
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A rollercoaster in many respects with a healthy mix of the highs and lows that life brings with the rising sun and the falling rain. It was a year in which <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_i_2_7?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=margot%20mccuaig&sprefix=margot+%2Caps%2C184" target="_blank">The Birds That Never Flew</a> was published. <br />
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Here's an interview about the writing process that I did with novelist <a href="http://jackiejamxx.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Jackie McLean</a>. <br />
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You know all about the building project at Mullindress, but it was also a tremendously busy year professionally too. Here's a interview I did with <a href="http://www.allmediascotland.com/broadcasting/55866/that-was-the-year-that-was-margot-mccuaig-xxxx/" target="_blank">AllMedia Scotland</a> entitled <em>That Was the Year That Was:</em><br />
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<strong>GOOD year, bad year? As 2013 draws to a close, we ask Margot McCuaig, director of purpleTV: ‘How has it been for you?’.</strong><br />
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<strong>Briefly, what is it that you do?</strong><br />
I’m one of the company directors at independent production company, purpleTV. We’re relatively new, formed last year, and, along with my colleague, we work on creating the strategy for the company, developing our business plan and programme ideas as well as essentially looking after the day-to-day running of purple, including our staff.<br />
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We’re a digital company that also works on creating high-end traditional television output (we love a good story!) so a purpleTV day can range from discussing the marketing strategy of our mobile apps to managing the shoots for our filming across a range of subject areas.<br />
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I’m also a working producer/director so, as well as creating programme proposals and pitching to commissioners, I also go out and shoot them and write the scripts for the productions I’m working on.<br />
I’m also the managing director of <a href="http://www.mnetv.tv/" target="_blank">mneTV</a> and look after all our sport and entertainment output. It’s a busy life!<br />
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<strong>Choose three words that sum up 2013 (so far), from a professional point of view.</strong><br />
Creative. Invigorating. Exhausting!<br />
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<strong>In 2012, what was your biggest professional ambition for 2013, and to what extent did you achieve it?</strong><br />
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The biggest ambition for 2013 was to see the <a href="http://www.purpletv.tv/" target="_blank">purpleTV</a> mobile app strategy come to life and that it did, with great results.<br />
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Our first product, the <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/gb/app/edinburgh-book-trails/id672370406?mt=8" target="_blank">Edinburgh Book App (Book City)</a>, earned the prestigious mantle as a top 20 app in <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/technology/appsblog/2013/aug/02/best-iphone-ipad-apps-ladybird-quip?CMP=twt_gu" target="_blank">The Guardian</a>. We were a main sponsor of the Edinburgh Book Festival in 2013 and it was very satisfying to see that our product – which involved a lot of work – was available for download for the world’s literary-loving public! It was a massive project, and the process wasn’t without its issues and challenges but we got there with excellent team work and a lot of energy.<br />
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There were other very satisfying moments in 2013 – no less the completion of seven hours of traditional factual entertainment programming for purpleTV which received fantastic feedback.<br />
It was a year in which we achieved what we set out to do in both key areas of the business, and learned so much in the process.<br />
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<strong>How has 2013 (so far) been for you, personally?</strong><br />
2013 has been a year of many brilliant things. Telling stories on-screen, albeit on a professional basis, is personally very satisfying. Taking a kernel of an idea and shaping it into something that is inspiring and creative is very powerful. When you work in the creative industry, it’s very difficult to separate the professional from the personal and that’s because you invest so much of your inner self in the projects you work on.<br />
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It is very satisfying to see your work on-screen manifesting itself in the way you had hoped, particularly in programmes like <a href="http://www.purpletv.tv/productions/gothenburg83" target="_blank">Gothenburg ’83</a> and <a href="http://www.purpletv.tv/productions/honeyballers" target="_blank">Honeyballers</a>, which so many people immersed themselves in. Taking people on a narrative journey is what enables our creativity to thrive, both personally and professionally. The two are often mutually exclusive but in the work that we do they are more often than not directly related. A perfect marriage in some respects…<br />
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On an absolute personal level, 2013 has been magnificent. My debut novel, <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Birds-That-Never-Flew/dp/0957568924/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1384422563&sr=1-1&keywords=margot+mccuaig" target="_blank">The Birds That Never Flew</a>, was published last month. The book was <a href="http://www.dundeebookprize.com/" target="_blank">shortlisted</a> for the Dundee International Book Prize in 2012 – it was a hotly-contested year with over 500 entries, so to make the list was a terrific achievement. But I still had to find a publisher willing to take my creation to the world.<br />
<a href="http://www.thunderpoint.co.uk/index.html" target="_blank">Thunderpoint</a> did that and have been terrific for both me and TBTNF. It has been an ambition of mine for as long as I remember.<br />
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To be able to say I am a now a novelist is a truly brilliant thing. The reviews so far have been incredibly positive and it’s a lovely, lovely thing to know that readers have shared my characters’ tumultuous journey. It’s an absolute honour. The task for 2014 though is to finish the next book, so the pressure is on.<br />
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Also on a personal level, I realised another ambition. In less than nine months, from the demolition of an existing dwelling, through to the interior and exterior design, to completion of the project, I have built a house (well, the builders have!) on Rathlin Island in the north of Ireland – a dream of mine since I was a very small child.<br />
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My father is from the island and his birthplace has always been integral to family life so to be able to build a home on a remote island, up a hill accessed by a single track road – from my residency in another country – feels like a major achievement and one that I am extremely proud of.<br />
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So between the creative successes with purple, my debut novel and the building project, it has been an unbelievably busy year but one with extraordinary outcomes that I will celebrate – if I ever find the time.<br />
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<strong>Any changes this year in technology, legislation, the economy, etc that have had a relatively significant impact on the business?</strong><br />
The economy obviously has an overall impact on everything we do. Budgets are tighter, clients/customers expect more for less and the markets are changing rapidly, especially in a digital context.<br />
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My fellow director and myself were working in an entirely new field in 2013 – neither of us had any experience in the build and design of mobile applications – so it was a challenge to try and get a handle on new technologies and markets, especially as they keep changing. The product we have created is new to market – merging traditional TV with mobile technology – so it was a little bit scary but we just trusted our instinct and went with it.<br />
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If there is one thing we have learned, instinct is absolutely key. You can’t legislate for what’s going on around you but you can make sure that you are driven in the right direction if you pay attention to your own ambition. The industry is a precarious one and there are so many variables to contend with but with good support and ideas there are avenues to success – if, of course, you are willing to work hard and accept that the rollercoaster of ups and downs come with the territory.<br />
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As to legislation, I guess 2014 is the big one. Who knows what is ahead but, whatever it is. we have to make sure we are prepared to embrace change and seek out and exploit any new opportunities.<br />
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<strong>What looking forward to, in 2014 – personally and professionally?</strong><br />
Personally, I’m very much looking forward to getting back to work on my next novel. It’s very different from my debut and I’ve been distracted from it by the preparation work that was required to get TBTNF ready for publication. It is my absolute aim to have it complete in 2014.<br />
I’m also looking forward to spending time in Ireland, on my island, in my home; a creative space that has emerged from my imagination. The island is a place of absolute inspiration so I know it will fuel my creativity, both personally and professionally, and hopefully help me contribute towards a successful year.<br />
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My son is getting married to a beautiful girl in the summer so I’m also excited about being mother of the groom and reading a poem (that I will be writing for them) at the ceremony.<br />
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In terms of my professional life, I’m very much looking forward to working on the ‘fact-ent doc’ that purpleTV will begin in earnest next month – a wonderful story that I can’t say too much about yet – and I’m also very excited about the launch of our second purpleTV app – Sport City, Glasgow, which I hope will be very well received.<br />
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We’ve also got a four-part observational documentary, beginning production in the Spring, that I am very excited about.<br />
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Fortunately, we can look ahead and say that 2014 is going to be as busy and hectic as 2013 and in the current economy that can only be a really good thing. Throw yourself into living and squeeze whatever you can from every single second, that’s what makes life as invigorating as it is.<br />
You only get one shot at it, take the good with the bad, and make it all count.</div>
mj mccuaighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18446351344112962356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518163948044099272.post-13697769935267392972013-12-03T21:53:00.004+00:002013-12-03T22:03:36.337+00:002013, a year of adventure...<div style="text-align: justify;">
The year hasn't quite drawn to a close so it's a bit early to be melancholy and hanker after days that are waving a fond farewell to 2013 somewhere in the distance. <br />
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December is just beginning so I really should let it thrive. I should give the spirit of Christmas time to glisten and wax lyrical in festive cheer, or sweet sorrow, until the embers burn out on Hogmanay and give way to a new flame. </div>
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And yet it's never too early to be reflective and think about those moments that you just know will stay with you, even when the days turn to weeks and the months to another year. </div>
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2013 is all but gone. It has been an exhausting and challenging year, with all the 'lows' that life carries with it maintaining a constant presence, like forgotten sweet wrappers in an old overcoat, hiding in little corners, sticking to the edges with a gluey substance that clings to your fingertips no matter how often you try to wash it off. </div>
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The 'highs' though have been here in abundance too. It has been a year of summits, ambitions hurdled like munros, memories captured in little petals of exhilaration that press against the horizon in pink clouds of summer blossom.<br />
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I've always wanted to write. Indeed, I have always written. Often pieces of nothing, or sometimes a little bit of something that sparkled with a teeny bit of promise; but mostly I have just written and written, a plethora of words, snatched greedily from the sky or the sea, the mountains and rivers or from the lingering memories of the people that make us who we are. After a lot of tlc, and good advice from people who knew when to nudge and cajole and encourage when it was so obviously required, my debut novel was published in November of 2013, this year of adventure.</div>
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I'm very proud of this. In the real world I work two 'full time' jobs and writing has to take a step to the side and be ready to push itself to the fore in rare moments that don't involve work or family. I have become adept at snatching windows of opportunity in a frenzied wave of activity. The moments crash like a freezing sea, the impact shocking and all the while exhilarating when the chance arrives unexpectedly from the deep and wraps itself around me like kelp, washing the page with colourful stories that make me weep and laugh and swallow quietly in pleasure, or indeed sorrow because with the depth comes not just the sea urchins but the hollows where monsters often lie... </div>
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And so far so good. The <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/product-reviews/0957568924/ref=cm_cr_pr_top_recent?ie=UTF8&showViewpoints=0&sortBy=bySubmissionDateDescending" target="_blank">reviews</a> by readers have been really positive (thus far!) and I am immensely proud that my characters' tumultuous journey is being shared by others. My creations are being carried, gently, from pillar to post by readers who are caring and giving strength. That is just lovely. <em>The Birds That Never Flew, </em>published by <a href="http://www.thunderpoint.co.uk/books.html" target="_blank">Thunderpoint</a><em> </em>is available <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/0957568924/ref=as_li_qf_sp_asin_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1634&creative=6738&creativeASIN=0957568924&linkCode=as2&tag=huwfrancis01" target="_blank">HERE</a>, just in case you were wondering!! </div>
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Ian Rankin offered me some advice recently. He said, never allow yourself to lose the excitement of seeing your book in print. Pick it up, leaf through the pages and feel the absolute joy of knowing it is your own creation. It is lovely advice. I never want to lose that 'moment'. And so I will continue. A new book is planned for completion in 2014...</div>
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And so on to Mullindress. Otherwise known as betwixt and between, g<a href="http://mjmccuaig.blogspot.co.uk/2013_02_01_archive.html" target="_blank">rand designs Margot</a>...</div>
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You may remember the journey that, along with my loved ones, I set out on some 9 months ago - investing love and attention in a dwelling that encompassed the beautiful history of a world once lived, a homestead that wouldn't give way but instead rise up and wrap itself around a new beginning, a home built on inspiration, creativity and an overarching passion for maintaining a path for my family to follow, long after the days and months and years that I shelter alongside are bidding farewell in the distance...</div>
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The house is now a home. It has pushed its knees straight and stretched towards the vast grey sky. It is already bursting with inspiration, waiting to share its lovely narrative with the world, hopefully through the words that I grasp with fervour from the windows and doors that rock ever so gently alongside the sweet smelling sea breeze.</div>
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The house has still to be fully furnished, but here's a wee glance at where it is at! It is rather beautiful, don't you think!</div>
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This beautiful old homestead is very much still present! The original stone, some 200 years old, now shapes the future as it has been used to create the surrounding walls that circle and protect Mullindress, holding it against its breast like a babe in arms. How's that for a thing of beauty. </div>
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Life isn't easy, it can be astonishingly hard and unpredictable and like many others I'm all too aware of the pain that can bear down upon us with crushing weight. But we get up and we rebuild and live and love and be as strong as we possibly can be because, well because, if we don't do that what on earth is the point of it all. </div>
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Happy almost new year all! x</div>
<br />mj mccuaighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18446351344112962356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518163948044099272.post-69992799840763613642013-11-03T15:24:00.000+00:002013-11-03T15:29:08.200+00:00a shadow upon a shadowMy dad was 80 this week. EIGHTY. That's almost a hundred, a life that has spanned generations, like the wings of an eagle, stretching across a vast sky and pushing into the sunlight. Long before I was born those generations flew into the shadows of my dad's own family, a fledgling with siblings and parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins and friends, and then after that, the nest expanding, the season's merging, soaring into a new path, a new story emerging, five of us, joining together with my father and mother as a family. And then we created our own, contributing to the generations with our own children who then in turn have come together in their own narratives, each flying beyond the moon and the stars carving their unique little worlds that merge and shine like the silver diamonds they were cut from. <br />
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We celebrated my dad's big day as a family; children, grandchildren and great grandchildren coming today in a frenzied burst of energy, sheltering under those broad brushstrokes of life, laughing, eating, chatting, pulling in the past and stretching out towards the future.<br />
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The future is so uncertain and yet so is the past. Is it as you thought it was, do the walls shift and merge at different angles as we move forward? If you step backwards the path isn't always where it once was, it changes direction as we grow and learn and become wiser. And the future's there, somewhere in the distance. Are we part of it and if we are what form do we take, what heights have we climbed to. Have we climbed?<br />
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The only moment with any certainty is the one that sits on your shoulders, turning with you, a shadow upon a shadow, a window to your soul. Grasp it, hold it tight and fly.<br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Here's my month as it descended on each new morning, my first thoughts captured and then sent to Twitter before I had a chance to analyse or think or begin to try to change what was there in front of me. Hope your days were memorable and creative, too.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Mon: wind pushes into the sky like ivy climbing a
chimney breast. A gull catches the swirl in its throat & glides, the
morning call piercing<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Tue: clouds roll across a low sky & leaves
shiver in its gentle breeze, a bird dances on trembling bark & glides into
the shadow of morning.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Wed: the sky is silent & yet little puffs of
watery mascara float in the distance, the smoky tears of an angel washing her
sadness in morning<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Thur: rowan fruit sheaths morning like strong hills
on the horizon, flaming stillness seeping into low grey sky & washing it in
pink promise<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Fri: trees stand still less they break the silence
of morning, a late summer bloom watches, waist deep in soil, head bowed in
self-doubt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><a href="https://twitter.com/MargotMcCuaig"><span style="color: #999999; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">@MargotMcCuaig </span></a><a href="https://twitter.com/MargotMcCuaig/status/376228176743370752" title="7:19 AM - 7 Sep 13"><span style="color: #0084b4; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">7 Sep</span></a> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Sat: a gull cuts a shadow on the chimney breast
& the misty sky watches it dance across time, a hidden message in a story
long forgotten.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><a href="https://twitter.com/MargotMcCuaig"><span style="color: #999999; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">@MargotMcCuaig </span></a><a href="https://twitter.com/MargotMcCuaig/status/376615466992926721" title="8:58 AM - 8 Sep 13"><span style="color: #0084b4; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">8 Sep</span></a> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Sun: a dog's bark glides the sky, its rafting twang
stealing presence like a child discovering Christmas, its gravity captured in a
smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><a href="https://twitter.com/MargotMcCuaig"><span style="color: #999999; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">@MargotMcCuaig </span></a><a href="https://twitter.com/MargotMcCuaig/status/376945289040760832" title="6:48 AM - 9 Sep 13"><span style="color: #0084b4; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">9 Sep</span></a> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Mon: beyond the naked eye misty rain gathers
effortlessly in fluffy clouds, its presence pulsing like yesterday's brightly
falling stars.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Tues: a cloud tumbles from the sky like an anchor
& morning catches it in broad arms that swim in the shallows diverting the
onset of rain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><a href="https://twitter.com/MargotMcCuaig"><span style="color: #999999; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">@MargotMcCuaig </span></a><a href="https://twitter.com/MargotMcCuaig/status/377672471627194369" title="6:58 AM - 11 Sep 13"><span style="color: #0084b4; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">11 Sep</span></a> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Wed: polished wings brush sky, feathers sweeping
openness with artist's grey, the colour of a universe washed clean & left
to dry in the sun<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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entwined clouds part & sway, an audience that whistles like sweet music in
a careless sky.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Fri: tall trees brush the clouds in autumnal green,
the sun, bright & yellow, pulls back & glows a virginal white, beaming
fresh, new sky.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Sat: streetlights glow defiantly against a dawn
sky, shadows of wise old trees wink knowingly in the direction of the collision
of morning.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Sun: raindrops kiss the window, the merging day
pulsing in translucent drops that capture night & breaking dawn in a
kaleidoscope of colour<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><a href="https://twitter.com/MargotMcCuaig"><span style="color: #999999; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">@MargotMcCuaig </span></a><a href="https://twitter.com/MargotMcCuaig/status/379474429161795584" title="6:18 AM - 16 Sep 13"><span style="color: #0084b4; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">16 Sep</span></a> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Monday: an angel's tear spills silently, its passage
captured by a passing bird that mimics its shadow & tumbles to the earth
like a stone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><a href="https://twitter.com/MargotMcCuaig"><span style="color: #999999; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">@MargotMcCuaig </span></a><a href="https://twitter.com/MargotMcCuaig/status/379842254632144896" title="6:40 AM - 17 Sep 13"><span style="color: #0084b4; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">17 Sep</span></a> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Tue: a silvery hue threads unexpectedly through
swaying branches, the flood of a new day catching the solitude of distant stars
by surprise<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><a href="https://twitter.com/MargotMcCuaig"><span style="color: #999999; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">@MargotMcCuaig </span></a><a href="https://twitter.com/MargotMcCuaig/status/380219832270356480" title="7:40 AM - 18 Sep 13"><span style="color: #0084b4; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">18 Sep</span></a> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Wed: the low light of morning glistens on east
facing windows, the shadows of tumbling autumn dancing like butterflies on its
projection.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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morning preens itself in its reflection, a magpie with liquorice wings gathers
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feathers, too slight to imprint the sodden grass yet bold enough to make bended
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on a still day, the breath of passing birds singing in hearts anchored in
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shadows. A spider's web gleans from within the silence, morning embracing the
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of morning kissing trees, its sap seeping into mystic roots that swallow
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still breath hushed, its smoky grey settling calmly among the silent, uncertain
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tide on morning sea. A blackbird bobs in its vast waters, preening its majestic
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unsuspecting sky. Birds stop & stare, wings still & throats silent as
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world falls silent, the miaow of a cat swallowed by the darkest hour strolling
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</span>mj mccuaighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18446351344112962356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518163948044099272.post-71966488854858626352013-08-26T12:48:00.002+01:002013-08-26T12:52:18.357+01:00betwixt and between revisited...It was a whirlwind day but one that fuelled the soul and put a spring in a step so frequently slowed by the demands of a life that I am determined to live to its maximum. <br />
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I journeyed to Rathlin on Saturday, my heart sitting in my throat, the rapid thumping too heavy to swallow, too wild to contain so I set it free, everything that I am racing in front of me, knowing the route, chasing my dreams to the top of the hill and finding rest in the soulful space of Mullindress.<br />
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I caught up with my dancing heart just as the sun was paying homage to my home in the form of a rainbow, a colourful spray of yesterdays and tomorrows arching across the hillside in a protective curve. A pair of swallows were giving chase, their excited chatter unfurling a tale of the last five weeks, their impatience quickly outlining the changes to the build since my last visit. It was such an aura of noisy quiet, peaceful and yet all the while bursting with energy and life. <br />
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What can I say? The house is beautiful, so perfect that when I stood still for just a moment the magic of the soil and the passing air swallowed me whole, dusting me in a flush of welcome. And then I trembled, swaying a little against a sudden fear, the impending doom of chaos and disorder that surely must be en-route, swirling in a nearby cloud of grey just because it can... I trampled those thoughts and moved on, anxious to see the progress.<br />
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Wow! It's so amazing to see change, to watch shapes develop and create ownership of the space in which they are contained. The rooms are now recognisably such, proper rooms with plasterboard walls ready for skimming. The plumbing is ready to house radiators and the electrics are just about ready for appliances. It feels so different, but yet the same, another layer of future carefully added to the nest. <br />
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The outside walls have been beautifully crafted, the builder making use of every stone from the original homestead. Aside from the breathtaking beauty, the walls are a stunning homage to the past, a home of more than 200 years old lives on. There are two walls. One at the front (picture below) and a second at the back of the house, nestling the space between the mountain and the back garden, both protecting, the ancestors of Mullindress resting in my future. <br />
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We're cracking on now. This week the rooms will be plastered, the cement floor insulated and skimmed and then it's time for the beautiful white oak floors, staircase and doors and the fitting of the kitchen, utility room and bathrooms. Outside, the lawn will be laid, the driveway laid down and the patio (stunning blue limestone flagstones) placed in front of the gorgeous windows that have a heavenly view. The outside walls have been rendered and the guttering fitted.<br />
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The house at Mullindress isn't a mansion or a work of architectural genius, but it is a home that will be loved and love in equal measure.<br />
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Here's a few wee pics to show you I'm talking about!<br />
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Firstly, my gorgeous wall!<br />
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My lovely wall, and the view of the garden and Tommy's tree beyond it (from the bedroom window!)<br />
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The house, all rendered and ready for a lick of brilliant white paint!</div>
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The kitchen (you may have to use your imagination for this one!<br />
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The living room, almost ready for living..<br />
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The Mull of Kintyre from my bedroom window. The view looks out to the east where the sun stretches into the sky each and every day. New possibilities!</div>
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I hope I haven't bored you, but I guess I have fallen a little bit in love!mj mccuaighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18446351344112962356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518163948044099272.post-46304263503128944252013-08-23T09:32:00.001+01:002013-08-23T09:32:46.680+01:00noctilucent clouds...A wee story I had a flush of pleasure writing has been included in a collection called In On The Tide, and published by Appletree Writers. <br />
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The collection is inspired by the sea and all profits from the publication are donated to the RNLI. My wee narrative inspired by, well, when you read it you'll see, is called noctilucent clouds. <br />
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You can read the story here - <a href="http://appletreewriters.co.uk/noctilucent-clouds-by-mj-mccuaig/">noctilucent clouds</a> and you can purchase a copy of the book and do your bit for the RNLI here - <a href="http://appletreewriters.co.uk/shop/books/in-on-the-tide/">In On The Tide</a> <br />
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The Appletree Writers website is a community of writers who want to tell stories. It's a fine place to be.<br />
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mj mccuaighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18446351344112962356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518163948044099272.post-50713725271403891242013-08-23T09:14:00.001+01:002013-08-23T09:15:19.157+01:00it's official then, soon there will be paper, ink & a flurry of page turning (should you be so kind..)<h2>
<i>The Birds That Never Flew</i>, by Margot McCuaig.</h2>
ThunderPoint Publishing has signed Margot McCuaig, Managing Director of mneTV, and will publish her first novel, <i>The Birds That Never Flew</i>, in the autumn of 2013.<br />
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<i>The Birds That Never Flew</i> is a tale of loss, exploitation and revenge set in Glasgow. The novel is written with a strong Glasgow influence and tragically conveys the impact of poverty, drugs and abuse, with the surreal vision of a Glaswegian Virgin Mary acting as guardian angel to the lead character.<br />
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<i>The Birds That Never Flew</i> was shortlisted for the 2012 Dundee International Book Prize, under its working title of The Dandelion Clock. The Dundee International Book Prize is supported by the University of Dundee and Dundee: One City Many Discoveries campaign, sponsored by Apex Hotels. The 2012 competition was one of the most hotly contested years of the prize, with 500 entries from across the globe.<br />
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<a href="https://twitter.com/MargotMcCuaig" title="Twitter">@MargotMcCuaig</a> has produced and directed numerous programmes for the BBC and other organisations and has previously written newspaper columns and TV/documentary scripts on subjects relating to social history.<br />
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Margot is co-owner of digital TV company purpleTV, and has developed a suite of innovative interactive apps called purpleTrails. The first product to launch, the Edinburgh Book Trail, invites users to explore the rich literary heritage of the Scottish Capital city. purpleTrails is a Major Sponsor of the 2013 Edinburgh International Book Festival.<br />
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You can find out a wee bit more about the lovely folks at Thunderpoint here - <a href="http://www.thunderpoint.co.uk/">http://www.thunderpoint.co.uk/</a><br />
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It's rather exciting! More excitement to come, a trip to Mullindress to catch up with Grand Designs Margot in the morning...blog and pictures to follow!<br />
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<br />mj mccuaighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18446351344112962356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518163948044099272.post-16741614643444276302013-07-04T14:34:00.002+01:002013-07-04T14:34:56.018+01:00home is where the soul is<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">
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It’s almost a year since I met my
beautiful grandson Tommy, my first grandchild, the little boy that pushes to
the forefront of my mind on a daily basis. The day of his arrival was
bittersweet. His skin was perfect, as soft as the first fall of snow of winter.
I left my inquisitive touch lingering on his cheeks, a statement of his
handsomeness chiselled high on his perfect face, his lips pursed in a kiss, confident
arches drawn with the precision of an artist’s brush. His beauty was
astounding, his silence overwhelming and yet he lives on in our hearts and our
minds, always a part of the family that love him with the intensity of lashing
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Yesterday was the anniversary of
my grandmother’s death and symbolically I paid homage to them both, granny and
grandson, my loved ones that straddle the ladder of my life, stretching high
into an expansive sky that bends and folds and carries our memories in the
bright stars that burn brightly even when we can’t see them. Somewhere out
there, beyond the vast wings of the heron that sweeps majestically from the
misty clouds, they watch us and guide us and push and prod us and make sure we
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I’m on Rathlin, watching my home
at Mullindress take shape, its broad shoulders rising from the roots of that
lashing rain that is everything that I am and always will be. It’s coming on at
pace. The house is watertight, the roof fastened tightly like a rain-mate
tucked under the chin of an old lady pushing her way into the morning showers. The
windows are fixed, each frame a looking glass, a reflection of the beauty that
shapes every nook and cranny of the land and the sea that beams with pride,
shouting me, me, me as if poised in front of a camera. Its jaw-dropping beauty is
there at every turn, and it is within this nest of wonder that my house sits,
arms outstretched, pushing beyond the garden and hugging Tommy’s tree, it’s branches
in turn fondly embracing the memories of a grandmother whose warmth lingers in the
air with the intensity of the freshly baked bread she greeted the world with
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So, we’re getting there. I won’t
bore you with the detail but the kitchen is on its way (from Germany no-less),
as is the material for the bathrooms. The white oak floors and doors, wood with
a story to tell, will find its way to Mullindress soon, its message no doubt
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And yet it was a journey I embarked upon, not so long ago now, heading into the fray with the understanding that deadlines were there for ignoring and plans were written in pencil primarily for the fact that their existence is purely in the imagination. <br />
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At the heart of all that was a story that had to be written, a journey of destiny. A decision of magnitude and overwhelming significance.<br />
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The home, conjured up in my head when I was still young enough to have to push myself on to my tip toes to peer over the garden wall at Mount Grand, the Rathlin Island home of my father, is coming to life.<br />
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And it's there for everyone to see, both real and imagined. Even visitors to the island who, if they look carefully enough, will be able to see a bubble of magic bounce colourfully upon the hillside at Mullindress as the ferry boat pushes through the tempestuous tide and into the bay.<br />
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So, what stage are we at? I was over two weeks ago, a journey combining two things, the beautiful wedding of islanders Fergus and Tania, the very good friends of my children Daniel and Siobhan, and to check progress on the house.<br />
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When I had visited previously, the original dwelling was still in place. A subsequent visit, taken by my brother, his wife and son and my parents captured the founds in place, the cornerstone of my very existence vilifying my crazy creative urges. You'll remember those blue sky images from my last post.<br />
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At the visit a couple of weeks ago we tumbled around the corner at the top of the lane to discover the timber was on its way skyward, reaching high into the landscape, its strong back collecting the weight of the broad shoulders of the hillside with ease. A cursory glance of contentment winked back at me from the gaping eyes of the open roof as I bid farewell after a hectic two days visit. I waved farewell to this...<br />
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Well, before I left the island a couple of weeks ago, the lounge of Mullindress looked like this... Quite astonishing really to see such a big development since my brother took the previous pictures...</div>
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It was an incredible sight, and all the more precious because Daniel, Emma and Siobhan were there to share the moment with us. It's surreal really, seeing what has always been a figment of the imagination come to life in such an extraordinary way. While we were there, after consuming the drawings in a three dimensional context for the first time, we decided to make some changes to the layout of the house. </div>
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I gulped and panicked, listening to the first moment of high drama funnelling through the open roof of the homestead. No drama though, after a chat with the architect and a walk through the new ambitions for the upstairs floor of the house it was all sorted within a matter of hours. I have to say, Kevin MacLeod would be tearing his heart out looking for the moments of jeopardy required to keep an hour of television ticking over with enough interest to compel the viewer to watch on. </div>
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<span id="goog_854756373"></span><span id="goog_854756374">So, now comes the really tough bit. Selecting the content. There's an increasing urgency to sort out the kitchen and bathrooms and then there's wood and tiles and an endless list of other things. But, there's a lot of badness in the world so these are amazing problems to have. Yet, those who know me will understand that shopping is not my thing.... </span><br />
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I had a big enough dilemma in deciding to go for the grey window frames. But I've learned a lesson there. My heart was drawn to them immediately I saw them, but I was persuaded by other things to go for something I really didn't want....until someone on Twitter said if you don't stick with your instinct every single time you look at those frames you'll wish you'd chosen the colour your heart desired. Grey, like the landscape and sky, fits beautifully. It was the perfect choice. Why go against a heart that has been driving this project for a lifetime. It knows what fits better than anyone or anything...<br />
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So, I'm on the lookout for a couple of instinct shops ahead of the next site visit in a couple of weeks!mj mccuaighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18446351344112962356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518163948044099272.post-61766705283002707302013-04-07T12:26:00.003+01:002013-04-07T20:48:15.585+01:00a wee update on grand designs betwixt and between...The last time I rambled about my plans for a new home in Mullindress, I shared pictures of a life already lived, the old dwelling house on the farm where my father's godfather and his family toiled and yet still thrived, sharing their waking moments within the warm embrace of my own family until they moved on and their land was lovingly encompassed into that of my grandfather's busy farm.<br />
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As fearless children, my siblings and I played in the magical garden in front of that strong old house, marvelling with awe at the horseshoe that hung on the old homestead door, its heavy iron signalling that love and luck was cemented firmly within walls so thick they couldn't fail to protect. <br />
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Gliding on the makeshift swing on the garden tree that still teases the passing wind, my own children pushed their heels backwards and kicked their souls high into the sky. That gorgeous tree, tall and proud and defensive, is a manifestation of our past and future, and its roots held strong as their playful screams took flight and circled the land and sea, each note a tiny blessing that fell inquisitively on surrounding soil, planting my children's existence in earth that will one day become their home. The tree that is now, and always will be, Tommy's tree.<br />
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It is upon these very foundations that we are building another life, to be lived and shared as my family moves forward into new generations of firm footsteps that will build and thrive and merge with the roots already threading and stretching under a soil that smells of sea and a richness that can only be described as a love that centres and secures.<br />
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So, to the actual build. Progress is good, pacey and resilient and so far without hesitancy or hinder which is pretty remarkable given the remote location of the homestead. Phase One is now complete. COMPLETE! Hurrah! <br />
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The old dwelling has been deconstructed, its stones, packed with memory and the goodwill of those lives already lived, are set aside ready to serve their function as the protective wall that will form a bastion of strength between the foot of the mountain and the new house. The founds have been dug and created, a new road is born from the tracks that have held safe the passing of tractors and trailers and cattle for decades. The stage is set for Phase Two, the building of the timber frame. <br />
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This loving home is being created from the inside out, stepping stones built to last both physically and metaphorically.<br />
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And so to the pictures, images captured by my brother and his wife on a recent visit to the site.<br />
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A few weeks ago this was the road up to the house when the wonderful Art and I visited the site to bid our farewells....<br />
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Well, it now looks like this!<br />
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And that lovely old dwelling that caressed my shoulders....<br />
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Well, it has risen from the ground afresh and it now reaches into the sky like this...<br />
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These foundations are the cornerstone of my family's very existence and that's a fabulous place to be. Apart from the constant worry about money....things have been swinging along at an enjoyable pace and long may that continue. I'm a dreamer and even I have to admit that reality can be quite stunning sometimes too! </div>
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All going to plan the timber frame will be erected at the end of this month. Stay tuned!mj mccuaighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18446351344112962356noreply@blogger.com0