Inspiration. Where does it come from? And why can it sometimes slide out of view in winter? Is it the bare trees, whose leaves have gone south; the darkness that greets the morning and waves goodbye to the evening; or the cold that steals one’s breath upon daring to venture outdoors? It can seem a …
‘Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.’ The Breathe team have been swapping famous first lines as we ponder what many (including us) see as a life goal – writing a novel. But that’s as far as we’ve got. None of us has a manuscript waiting to get the green light from a brave publisher. …
Remember playtime as a kid? Breathe does. The joyous sense of carefree abandonment, the total disregard for time, the lack of self-consciousness. Where does that go? At what point do so many of us lose the inclination to play spontaneously and instead relegate unscripted fun to the sidelines? The answer, of course, lies in the …
