Of Barbours and Books

Prompt of the Day #1

Don't they look warm, playing in the leaves that are left over from autumn, the glow of spring dappling down on them in their snug coats.
Write about a coat - either about the places it goes, the people it hugs, whether its old or new, what makes it a good or bad one. 

Good Morrow Fellow Scribble Bugs,

Today I decided to focus on the Barbour. Coats are wonderful things - they can keep you warm, protect you from the wind, have extra pockets, conceal the terrible shirt granny gave you for Christmas, act as a wily disguise, attract large crowds of admirers, give you a different body shape, become a blanket or a pillow, the list goes on. Now THE BARBOUR is a type of coat, it's a jacket, it's a fashion statement, it aligns you with generations of Brits that attend point-du-points across the country and it also seamlessly blends you into the country background around you. For me, the Barbour is also a name with many memories attached. I used to dress up in my mothers and hide under my fathers, my best friend worked in the New York store for two summers and I have a wonderful Zara equivalent. I also had a teacher at UNC-Chapel Hill who was called Reid Barbour and for those of you acquainted with the writer Sarah Dessen may be familiar with the name. 

In her novel 'What Happened to Goodbye' there's a line which reads:

 “…so ravaged it looked like one of my term papers from when I’d taken Ap English with Mr. Reid Barbour, the hardest teacher in my last school.”

Yes, this in fact a reference to the same man who scrawled across my university papers on Milton's Paradise Lost, a man considered by many as a charismatic demon - a phrase here that means 'a man that is both at once incredibly impressive and equally hard to impress'. He's the teacher everyone wants to have: enigmatic, shoe-less, passionate. 

And here he is: an INSPIRATION.

Now it's your turn. Pick up your coat and think about those inspirational aspects of your life. Maybe they can turn you into a #1 Best Seller for the New York Times. 

Je serai poète et toi poésie,
SCRIBBLER

To Whom it May Concern

I chose to begin today with a welcome - because even though I know that every one who strays across this has much better things to be doing - it is quite rude not to begin by giving ones greetings to those who stumble upon the road less travelled by. 

This is The Daily Scribble - which in this case is very unlikely to be 'daily' but it sounds rather more like writing than 'The Scribble' and in any case, 'the scribble' I'm sure has already been taken by one or other Marvel villain - and it will be about Writing and Books and things of a sort. 

I will post up writing prompts (which you will also find on my tumblr) and reviews (which will really just be my opinion on the various books that I read). There will be references to obscure things such as NaNoWriMo, an auspicious writing challenge that sees thousands of aspiring scribblers bleeding from their fingers as they attempt to scrawl at least 50K in the month of November. There will be literary expeditions, also known as rambles off into the vagaries of poetry. There will be 

Now you can see why I said you almost certainly have something better to do. If this is the case, I would suggest that you hurry away before a prompt catches you eye or a writer rises to tempt you into keeping him immortal. If not, then welcome, peruse at your leisure and enjoy. 

Je serai poète et toi poésie,
SCRIBBLER