Did you know these famous writers wrote in the nude?

If writing in the nude worked for the famous writers below, and if you don't already do it, would you consider writing in the nude if it means writing a well received novel or play?

Agatha Christie the famous mystery writer is known to write in many places including 'nude' in the bath, well it would have been stranger if she wore her clothes in the bath, with or without water.

D.H. Lawrence is known to take all his clothes off, then climbed a Mulberry tree then after sometime climbed back down again and write nude.

Benjamin Franklin is said to have stood around in a cold room for at least an hour to get the writing juices flowing. His best know writing is 'Poor Richards Almanac,' under the pseudonym Richard Saunders. He is said to have helped Thomas Jefferson edit the 'declaration of independence.' I wonder if he edited that in the nude?   

Well Ernest Hemingway is not standing in the nude in this photo with a typewriter at waist level, perhaps he is not really writing, but mealy posing for a photo, you know for publicity. 

Victor Hugo without the beard in the mid 1800's when he wrote the famous

 'Les Miserables'

'The Hunchback of Notre-dame'

Victor Hugo with the famous beard, it is said that he got his servants to take all his clothes away for the day so all he could do was sit and write.
I wonder how many current famous writers write in the nude? 

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Hi everyone.

I call this my inspire blog, below I have quotes from famous writers print off one of these of one of your one with a photo and place it in a frame on your writing desk or writing area.

I’m not famous (yet) but here is my quote.

‘To have a great book is not enough unless enough people read it and like it.’

                                                Barry T Martin 

                                     (I’m not the cat, that's Garfield)

“When you sit down to write, write. Don't do anything else except go to the bathroom, and only do that if it absolutely cannot be put off.”

“If you don't have time to read, you don't have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.” 

                                                Stephen King.  

  

‘What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.’

                                 J.D Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye.

It is perfectly okay to write garbage—as long as you edit brilliantly.

“Tomorrow may be hell, but today was a good writing day, and on the good writing days nothing else matters.” 

Neil Gaiman

I was set free because my greatest fear had been realized, and I still had a daughter who I adored, and I had an old typewriter and a big idea. And so rock bottom became a solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.

It took me fifteen years to discover I had no talent for writing, but I couldn’t give it up because by that time I realised I WAS too famous.

                                                   Robert Benchley 

Any man who keeps working is not a failure. He may not be a great writer, but if he applies the old-fashioned virtues of hard, constant labour, he’ll eventually make some kind of career for himself as writer.

                                                     A. A. Milne

“You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children.” 

You could always find a photo of your own writer, if they are not with us anymore there writings should always live on in their memory.

Until next week.

Barry

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Hi thought I would give you a taste of one of my stories in my book 'Eight bites of life' available on down load from Amazon. 

 I also have some great reviews. This story and ALL of these stories are from my mind and none are real life situations.  

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I loved these stories, mostly because of such varied subject matter from helping a grandchild get over anxiety to a pet rabbit who writes, from family holidays to characters in a model village coming to life at night. The stories are well paced making it an easy and enjoyable read. I look forward to reading more stories by this author. 

Robbie.

The clock struck seven, that’s not seven o’clock; it’s the seven people that happened to be passing the clock as it fell from the tower. It was reported in the daily rag, that’s not the name of the news paper but for legal reasons I can not say the ‘Ipswich Recorder’ in case they decide to sue me, who ever me is.

 After reading the front page I placed the newspaper in the bottom of Robbie’s hutch, yes Robbie, that’s Robbie the rabbit and no ‘the’ is not part of his name it’s just a connective word. Every Friday Robbie’s hutch gets cleaned out; during this process I let Robbie run around his double bedroom. Yes he has his own room and why not, rabbits have feelings too, although at this point I must say the room doubles up into my office as well. George, no he is not another rabbit, one is enough thank you, and George is a Jack Russell, that’s a dog, for all those who don’t know. Anyway, I had cleaned him out that’s the rabbit’s hutch, and left the room with a plastic bag in hand full of wet sawdust and paper. 

I had left George with Robbie as usual in the room while I took the smelly bag out to the wheelie bin, as I did not want the house smelling of rabbit doings. That’s when I heard the strange noise, at first I could not work out where it was coming from, and then I heard George bark, I looked through the window into Robbie’s room.

 Now I know you’re not going to believe me but, Robbie was on George’s back, yes I said on his back. He was riding him like a cowboy, holding on to George’s left ear with one paw as he held his right paw in the air just like he was at the rodeo. I just had to get this recorded; I reached into my back pocket and took out my mobile phone switched the camera on and got ready to record, but when I looked up all I could see was Robbie’s nose pressed against the window dead opposite my face. I stared back at him as he twitched his nose, then he lifted his right paw up to the window just showing me his middle claw and the meanest twitch of his nose you have ever seen.

 I brought the phone up to take the video but Robbie turned and reverted to acting rabbit like. I stood there for another 10 minutes waiting for him to start riding George again but nothing happened, not a thing. Feeling disappointed I went back into the house and made a cup of tea. I think I must have been seeing things; perhaps bending down to brush all the mess out of his hutch may have caused me to have a head rush that made me see things. I sat at my desk in Robbie’s room, and looked into the mirror perched in front of me I could see Robbie sitting in front of his hutch which was on the floor against the wall behind me. His nose was twitching as it always did and he was cleaning himself, ignoring me. I turned the radio on and started to write a short story for my writing clubs home work, but after a few lines I could not think what to write, I took my glasses off leaving them on my desk and lay on the sofa in the corner listening to the radio and waited for inspiration. I must have fallen asleep for when I opened my eyes all I could see was Robbie with his hind legs on my computer chair, while his front paws were tapping away on the keyboard. I couldn’t believe what was happening in front of my very eyes. 

I moved forward to try and read what he was typing the chair I was sitting in squeaked, this startled Robbie; he turned his head to see me watching him. He immediately jumped down and ran to his hutch.

 I sat back at my desk and read what Robbie had been typing, it was quite good, I knew I had not written it, because it was quite good. But how could he have done it, after all he was just a rabbit! I leaned back in my chair and thought, it was then I noticed that the blue light of the webcam was flashing at me; Robbie must have turned it on somehow. 

I viewed the video he had inadvertently made of himself, it clearly showed a rabbit typing, and he even had the cheek to wear my glasses in the video.

I turned in my chair to face his hutch, he sat there twitching his nose and stared back at me.  ‘Not so clever bunny boy’, I said as I played the video back to him. ‘I’m going to put this video on YouTube, and make lots of money’. Robbie sat down and scratched behind his left ear and said ‘ok so I can type, big deal’. I thought I was going crazy; I’m listening to a rabbit talking to me? He carried on talking ‘not only can I type, but it’s better than the rubbish you normally write,’ he said. I reminded him that I had won the Bill Budner trophy.‘YOU? Piffle, I re-wrote your story,’ said Robbie. He went on to say, ‘If you supply me with fresh dandy lions each day I will write stories for you, I am bored watching television only when you are out’.The pact was made and for the next ten years Robbie the rabbit wrote while I supplied him with fresh dandy lions. The Bill Budner trophy was won consecutively until I was barred from entering the competition, I claimed the rights to the stories that Robbie wrote. Soon scripts were being produced by Robbie for radio and television, book after book was being written by Robbie and all I had to do was reap the rewards and find a fresh supply of dandy lion leaves every day. That was until that day in June when I returned too early one day to discover Robbie choking on a dandy lion leaf, while watching Jeremy Kyle on day time television. I picked him up and gently but firmly I used the Heimlich manoeuvre on Robbie to stop him from choking, from that moment on Robbie decided to take it easy. We bought a cottage in the countryside as Robbie recovered. It was during this time he decided to take stock of his life and retire from writing; I became the only student of Robbie as he explained the tricks of his trade. I tried to emulate what Robbie had written in the past, but the writing commissions slowed down to a trickle until they stopped, the day after dear Robbie passed away.It makes me wonder how many other authors have stories written by their pets. 

By Barry Martin.

Do I follow in family writing footsteps?

This is me and Garfield doing our very first 'selfie' he choose to look away while I had my serious face on.

Do I follow in my family foot steps as a writer, of course 'I DO,' ok I made that bit up, but that's what I do make things up.

My father worked in transport with buses and so did my grandfather on my fathers side, on my mothers side my grandfather worked in news papers ensuring that there were no spelling mistakes before the paper went to print. Not an editor but a corrector of spelling, so that is the closes to writing in my family.

My grandaughter Phoebe who is only 10  years old does like story writing but I think she may of got that from me. I used to get into trouble for making stories up when I was at school, I once told my teacher that my homework had been eaten by our dog and I was more upset than her as I had spend all evening doing it and it was now all chewed up and had been thrown away by my parents. Of course that was all a lie and in fact I had totally forgot to do it as it was the summer and I was out playing in the street as you did back in the day. (1970's)

I remember when I was a bit naughty and went climbing on some old building roof then fell right through the roof, don't worry, I didn't hurt myself. I fell on to some old rubbish that was laying around on the floor it broke my fall. The building was mainly full of rubbish and empty rooms, I let my friend in unbolting the door, we started playing in the empty rooms, then I had an idea, I thought it would be a good fun to tell my friend that when I fell in I could swear that I saw a pile of notes on top of the toilet roof. This toilet was situated in the corner of the room, the only way to get on top of the toilet was to climb up the pipes that were attached to the wall. Yes you guessed it, he started to climb up these pipes onto the roof of the toilet only to discover that they were old new papers. Feeling disappointed he started to climb back down but that's when he put his foot on the tap and it snapped off, the pipes were water pipes and the tap was a water tap. The water started to gushing quickly out onto the floor and flood the place. We made a quick exit and ran in different directions......

Until next time.

Where do you write ? Is it like here?

Where do you write?…Anyway… I rearranged my office and suddenly the writing started to flow. Feng shui in action, folks! By Laura Kilmartin.Where do you write? IS this the kind of office you have?If you had an office like this would it help you write of would it stop you from writing having such a stunning view.
Below is photo of Joe Haldeman, and where he writes it works for him. I only picked it because it is poles apart from Laura Kilmartin’s photo.




Below is where I write, as you can see I have a window that looks across a street to houses. In the photo you can see a large photo of my family at different stages of their life. I have a standard lamp normally on, a cup of coffee and a writing pad with notes on it. On the wall I have other notes and a cuddly toy wedged halfway up the wall.I share the room with Robbie the rabbit who is in one of my stories; I often get invaded by the two cats wanting attention and my dog George.In the unit you see I have a box with hard copies of my stories just in case the computer decides to break before I get to email my work to myself for safe keeping.