I'm always fascinated by how different my speaking voice sounds on recordings, compared to the way I hear it in my own head. I used to cringe in horror at how unlike me it sounded, but I've seen or heard enough footage of me speaking over the years to have eventually become resigned to the … Continue reading Head Music
My childhood was one filled with books. In my spare time, I was usually found doing one of two things: drawing, or reading. My parents don't remember teaching me to read; I just did it. And from an early age, my world, my life, and my head were all filled with stories. I had various … Continue reading A world both grand and small: the beauty of Brambly Hedge
This morning, I walked to work, as usual. The weather, the subject of so much small talk on the at times beautiful but still beleaguered isle I call home, was sleety. Wet. Grey. Cold-but-not-that-cold. And yet, on cars, gardens, and rooftops, there were the still remnants of a light coverage of real snow from the night before. And the … Continue reading Can you ever tell?