The random world of MC gets more random. I was at a reception the other night. Whilst scoffing the buffet I spoke with man about what we were up to here. Overnight he googled the garden, found my website and tales of my travels. Turns out he is a literary agent, he asked if I had any aspirations to write a book on them. Hmmm?
Careful, you will need a writing shed for that!
LOL @ VM 
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I have no doubt whatsoever that before the end of the day there will be photo's of said Writing Shed in various stages of completion.. 😀
Careful, you will need a writing shed for that!
Funnily enough someone asked to rent one here to do just that.
Garden?
How's that nice old barn coming along? 😉
Garden?
We have a garden that's in the Yellow Book.
How's that nice old barn coming along?
It's getting there...
http://www.petermclarenfineart.com/Blog/GlassmountGalleryProject
Oh FFS. As if I needed to feel any more inadequate today.
aspirations to write a book
If you do, have a competition on STW to decide the title - [i]My family and other animals [and sheds][/i] etc etc.
'My life in wood' would be a good title (not my wooden life) 😉
"Getting Wood"
a tale of one man's "burning" passion
Daily Erections ?
*wonders who would play McM in the Film?
Smell of the Pines ?
After the book you could market a Eau de Cologne of the same name ,ala Katie Price
🙂
The art of getting wood?
I Wood.
*wonders who would play McM in the Film?
Clint Eastwood
Edwood Woodwood
Book title: "McWalden"
(That's just for noteeth 😉 )
Did anyone else just hear a tractor start up...
McWalden
Heh heh - judging by his threads, McM's book would certainly warrant such a title. Mind you, Thoreau had a thing or two to say [url= http://thoreau.eserver.org/ignored.html ]about publishers and the perils of writing[/url]:
[i]"For a year or two past, my publisher, falsely so called, has been writing from time to time to ask what disposition should be made of the copies of "A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers" still on hand, and at last suggesting that he had use for the room they occupied in his cellar. So I had them all sent to me here, and they have arrived to-day by express, filling the man's wagon, — 706 copies out of an edition of 1000...I have now a library of nearly nine hundred volumes, over seven hundred of which I wrote myself."[/i]
Dinnae worrie, McM, we'll buy them off ye... 😀
McMoonters first draft of his book
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there's always a need for more fuel for the fire in mcmoonter towers. Remainders would never go to waste 😉
An even more apt Thoreau-ism:
The youth gets together his materials to build a bridge to the moon, or, perchance, a palace or temple on the earth, and, at length, the middle-aged man concludes to build a woodshed with them.
and, at length, the middle-aged man concludes to build a woodshed with them, and then posts it on STW
Aye, one of his best. Shame he was too early for the tinternet - and, for that matter, mountain biking. He could have a retro-grouch column in [i]Bike[/i].
ir_bandito - Member*wonders who would play McM in the Film?
Clint Eastwood
There's a funny tale about the guy who wanted to rent the pavilion to write in, if I get time tonight I'll recount it.
The tale of the wannabe shed renting writer.
I was out when Nicolai arrived at the back door. My mother was here, she mistakenly assumed his Marcel Marceau outfit was cycling apparel, he didn't look like a typical garden visitor. 'You must be looking for Peter' she said.
Turns out he was enquiring about something completely different.
We have an empty shop in Stockbridge in Edinburgh. In the window there's a near life size religious sculpture of Christ descending from the cross. It's there to deter burglars and squatters.
Nicolai claimed he'd experienced some sort of epiphany whilst passing the shop, he saw the sculpture and set out on this quest to find it's owner with a view to it's purchase.
Sleuthing through records and voters rolls he found our address and was now on our doorstep. Friendly enough my mother set off on a search for me around my usual haunts, which led them to my studio, the Pool Hoose and other follies in the garden.
They ended up in the pavilion where he was so taken with the space he pleaded to rent it to work in. My mother quizzed him for the nature of his work. He was evasive and repeatedly changed the subject. She persisted and managed to glean a few details. He claimed he was among other things a writer, like a terrier she dug for more, eager to see what she could increase the asking price of the statue to.
When they arrived back at the front of the house she was surprised to find a huge shiny silver 4x4. She thought he'd arrived by bicycle.
I arrived shortly after he left.
With the scant information we had we fired up Google.
Some things tallied, he had some ancestors that owned a castle near Dollar, and indeed that he was a company director.
He'd given my mother a work contact number which he'd scored out at the last minute to rewrite a personal number.
We cross referenced what we had of the business number with the company records to find he was the owner of Whiplash Trash. A sex toy, fetish gear and tattoo parlour in Cockburn Street, Edinburgh.
He never got back to us.
I think 'Compulsive wood hoarder fae north of the border' has a ring to it. You'd probably get a Channel 4 spin off too.
Or 'Oot and aboot with trees and building sitooteries'
Bloody hell, mcm, there's practically a novel sitting right there with your wood-be writer... 😉
Can we weave a bit of Rebus in there as well?
http://www.theguardian.com/books/2011/sep/13/roald-dahl-family-hut-plea
Writing shed you say ? this guy wrote a book or three in a shed
Bloody hell, mcm, there's practically a novel sitting right there with your wood-be writer.
McMoonter could have done the art work 🙂
McM - we could use the combined monkey brains of STW to get a kickstarter project to secure funding for your impending book. With anecdotes like that it'll be a best seller.
Now get back to your serial overachieving, the rest of us need reminding that we have delusions of adequacy
Now get back to your serial overachieving, the rest of us need reminding that we have delusions of adequacy
So very, very true... 😐
I only went to scoff the buffet
if that's not in Roger Melly's Profanisaurus I'll eat a bear trapper's hat
PMSL @brakes
Me too.
I'm no over achiever. I only pursued a creative path, I've been lucky in that some folks appreciated what I've made and were generous enough to buy it to enable me to make some more. I like that uncertainty. All the fun has been in the making.




