Tag: Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Talking of Michelangelo and other memories in the Imaginary Writers' Room (Eliot, Part Two!)

Talking of Michelangelo and other memories in the Imaginary Writers' Room (Eliot, Part Two!)
For part one of the arrival of T.S. Eliot in my Imaginary Writers’ Room, click here. With the affectionate thanks of the author to W.G. for helping to consider the committee and to A.W. for his Michelangelo comment on part one. “Who is it?” said Daphne du Maurier. “Oh, do not ask ‘Who is it?’ Let... Read more »

The Imaginary Writers' Room gains another poet

The Imaginary Writers' Room gains another poet
I walked into the Imaginary Writers’ Room, one of my favorite corners of my mind, with a bigger smile than usual on my face. It makes me happy to retreat there with my favorite inspiring writers, to talk about their work — and mine. But that night, I was arriving with happy news. “Sir Arthur,”... Read more »

An imaginary meeting about a real emergency in my Imaginary Writers' Room

An imaginary meeting about a real emergency in my Imaginary Writers' Room
Last night, I dreamt I went to the Imaginary Writers’ Room again. (How’s that, Daphne?) When my dreams calmed down enough to let me get to the writers’ room in my imagination, there was a familiar-looking sign on the door: “Urgent Meeting! Come at once if convenient. If inconvenient, come all the same.” I didn’t... Read more »
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Birthday time in the Imaginary Writers' Room

Birthday time in the Imaginary Writers' Room
Daphne du Maurier, Agatha Christie, Robert Louis Stevenson and Robert Burns  gathered behind the closed door of the Imaginary Writers’ Room, one of the larger and more comfortable corners of my mind. “Where is he?” demanded Agatha. “Where’s Sir Arthur Conan Doyle? It’s his birthday, after all!” “Well, yes, by Margaret’s time,” said Stevenson. “It’s... Read more »

My Imaginary Writers' Room gets a poet: Robert Burns

My Imaginary Writers' Room gets a poet: Robert Burns
Like many Scots and those of Scottish heritage around the world, I’m getting ready to celebrate Burns Night on Jan. 26 — our committee holds its “Nicht Wi’ Burns” (or Night with Burns) on the Saturday closest to the poet’s birthday, Jan. 25. Of course, I thought of writing something poetic to honor the occasion.... Read more »

'Miss Fisher Mysteries' are bonzer fun in any form

'Miss Fisher Mysteries' are bonzer fun in any form
A good friend recently introduced me to “Miss Fisher Mysteries,” both the books and the TV series. I needed the books for a while before I could follow the TV series properly, because they’re set in Melbourne, Australia, and its environs — and I have little chance to tune my ear for accents to Australian... Read more »
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Another meeting in my imagination's Writers' Room: Senses and fiction

Another meeting in my imagination's Writers' Room: Senses and fiction
In the Writers’ Room  of my imagination, it’s time for another meeting of the committee  of great writers who have been “advising” me about my novel-in-progress. (If you’re not up to date with “transcripts” of previous meetings, catch up at the highlighted links.) This time, I set the agenda myself: I wanted to know about whether... Read more »

Of April showers and proportions

Of April showers and proportions
It’s been a dark and stormy night. (The “typo of the year” contest is now closed; just tried to make it “a darn” one.) It’s going to keep storming all day, to judge from the dull skies and the over-excited forecasters. Rain, rain has no particular interest in going away, it seems. Meanwhile, in the... Read more »

Time to wait? Make it time to read!

Time to wait? Make it time to read!
When I leave home, I am rarely without at least one book or magazine to read. (If I am, chances are I’m going to buy or check out something.) On the train, in the library, or in line other places, I often run into time when I want to do something beyond waiting. That something... Read more »
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Another imaginary meeting in the Writers' Room: Let it snow in August!

Another imaginary meeting in the Writers' Room: Let it snow in August!
It was, as some nights must be, a dark and stormy night when I picked up my pen and notebook to act again as secretary in the Writers’ Room of my imagination while my imaginary committee there looked at — and debated — another facet of my detective-novel-in-progress. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was again the... Read more »