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Skiving Off
Something woke me up earlier than usual, this morning. It was the light pushing through my curtains. It had a different colour and texture than of late. I switched on Radio 4, negotiated myself out of bed, and approached the … Continue reading
People-Watching in the Village
Six weeks after moving to this South-Western corner of London (well, it’s practically Surrey), I still had not explored its better-heeled district: the Village. It was a warm day, so I decided to take my painful, recently acquired – and … Continue reading
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Tagged humour, katherine gregor, people watching, rah, scribe doll, sloane, wimbledon, writing
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‘An American in Paris’
It was the only time my mother actively encouraged me to skip school or, rather, ballet school, for reasons other than health. “If you want to be a dancer, you must see this film. It’s as important for your education … Continue reading
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Tagged an american in paris, choreography, dance, gene kelly, george gershwin, katherine gregor, mgm, musicals, scribe doll, writing
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Corn Chowder and Conversation
I’d asked my friend B. if he liked corn chowder. Living in one room, and sharing a kitchen, I had to think of a lunch that would fit on my small work table. “How about a bowl of steamy corn … Continue reading
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Tagged conversation, friendship, katherine gregor, new home, scribe doll, writing
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The Backstory as Defence Lawyer
In a recent post on The Red Room, Orna B. Raz makes a very interesting case for the fiction writer’s ability to rewrite true life events, giving the stories a happier outcome on paper, than they might have had in … Continue reading
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Tagged backstory, extenuating circumstances, forgiveness, iago, katherine gregor, motivation, othello, scribe doll, writing
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Just About a Teddy Bear with a Wonky Nose*
“What does he think I am? A baby?” Deep embarrassment was making me peevish. I did not want my mother, grandmother – and, especially, the guests – to think I was still a little girl who liked teddy bears. After all, … Continue reading
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Tagged childhood, katherine gregor, scribe doll, teddy bear, toys, writing
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A Room of My Own
There is a tree outside the window of my new room. An oak, with ivy wrapped around, embracing his body and lower branches. His body, yes. There is something male about this oak. A wise old man ready to share … Continue reading
New City, New You – or New City, Real You?
There is something liberating and strangely peaceful about moving to a place where you do not know a soul, and nobody knows you. People tell me that you can be whatever you like, then. Reinvent yourself – that all too trendy … Continue reading
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Tagged katherine gregor, norwich, pirandello, reinventing oneself, relocating, scribe doll
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Easter Break in London
Massaging warm olive oil into my hands, face and legs, then wrapping in hot wet towels. To heal cracked fingertips, smooth hardened cheekbones, and soothe sore red skin irritated by too many layers of clothing. It is the Norwich cold. … Continue reading
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Tagged culture shock, katherine gregor, london, norwich, scribe doll, temple church, terence rattigan, the winslow boy
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Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea*
I am like a woman who keeps being lured towards the mad, bad lover, while a perfectly nice guy is standing around, available. I have always been fiercely judgmental of women like that. Why don’t they think with their brain … Continue reading
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