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    • I am Thomas. I'm English but currently a student at a university in Wales. I'm currently attempting to write a screenplay, which is quite time consuming but hopefully it'll be worthwhile. I also enjoy writing poetry and prose but go through great big phases of not putting pen to paper.

      I'd like to meet other writers on here. It'd be good to share stuff and chat about the whole writing process. I've been fortunate enough to have a few things published and am also co-editor of an online literary magazine called The Lampeter Review.

      I am fascinated by people and nature.

      Feel free to add me as a friend and message me :-)

        • Authors I love include Margaret Atwood, Jack Kerouac, DH Lawrence, James Joyce, PG Wodehouse...

        • Bob Dylan, Neutral Milk Hotel, Mogwai, Arcade Fire, Velvet Underground, Explosions in the Sky, Radiohead, Spokes, Oasis, Bon Iver, Noah and the Whale, Otis Redding, The Smiths...

        • "What a beautiful face
          I have found in this place
          That is circling all round the sun
          And when we meet on a cloud
          I'll be laughing out loud
          I'll be laughing with everyone I see
          Can't believe how strange it is to be anything at all" By Neutral Milk Hotel

          Oh my morning's coming back
          The whole world’s waking up
          All the city buses swimming past
          I’m happy just because
          I found out I am really no one
          By Bright Eyes.

          From far, from eve and morning
          And yon twelve-winded sky,
          The stuff of life to knit me
          Blew hither: here am I.

          A.E. Housman

          There is no greater thing in life
          than that secret sense of harmony
          that unites us briefly
          with the great mystery of others
          and allows us to travel alongside them
          for part of the way

          Alvaro Mutis

          "It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

          "Sitting quietly, doing nothing, spring comes and the grass grows by itself"

          " I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion." - 'On The Road' by Jack Kerouac

          "Emotionlessly, she kissed me in the vineyard and walked off down the row. We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the last time." - 'On The Road' by Jack Kerouac

      JmlB   JmlB wrote
      on 2/17/2012 11:12:28 AM
      thanks for the comment! Josie

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