9 February 2004
Scattered
I am Kate Mosse, creator and writer in residence of www.mosselabyrinth.co.uk. I recently completed the first typescript to my novel - Labyrinth.
Since I stopped writing and started editing, my head has become a receiver rather than a transmitter.
I've been listening to a CD by Lhasa de Sela called The Living Road. This led me to her previous CD that I listened to over and over until 3 in the morning one night in a windmill on a hill in Mallorca. Thinking about it led me to the unreliable confessional writing of Boris Vian which I hadn't thought about for at least 10 years. Then, preparing for BBC Radio 4's Saturday Review, I came across Francis Wheen's new book about mumbo-jumbo which I think was inspired, at least in part, by a wonderful disregarded classic of debunking journalism – Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds.
I've been listening to a CD called Bare by Annie Lennox which speaks to my experience as a writer on-line – because of what she has to say about exposing herself to her audience.
In the daily database my eye was caught as this odd detail of Egyptian history popped up:
At the temple of Karnak at Luxor on the Nile, there are wall carvings which depict Egyptians on herb-gathering missions as far afield as Syria and Phoenicia.
as did this Feast day:
Legend tells that Agatha was persecuted as a Christian when she refused a Roman consul's sexual advances. St Peter appeared to her under torture and healed her wounds. Her breasts were cut off and she is sometimes pictured carrying them on a dish. She is the patron saint of bell-makers.
I could do with shutting the aerial down for a while.
I am crowded in the Labyrinth.
