Today I’m guesting at Women Writers, a newly minted blog to highlight contemporary women writers and readers. They wanted me to wax inspirational, so I chose a key place in my novel – a narrow 92-mile trunk road in England.
Trust me, it’s legendary. When you take the A303, you travel not just in miles, you sail a metalled sine wave back through time. Come over and enjoy the ride…
Published by Roz Morris @Roz_Morris
Former ghostwriter coming out of the shadows with books of my own. My Memories of a Future Life. Lifeform Three (longlisted for the World Fantasy Award). Ever Rest (finalist in the Eric Hoffer Grand Prize).
Humorous memoir: Not Quite Lost: Travels Without A Sense of Direction.
Series for writers: Nail Your Novel.
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Today I’m guesting at Women Writers, a newly minted blog to highlight contemporary women writers and readers. They wanted me to wax inspirational, so I chose a key place in my novel – a narrow 92-mile trunk road in England.
Nail Your Novel 
I sure enjoy your writing Roz. Thank you so much for coming the way of Women Writers, Women Books!
Thank you, Anora, for inviting me. I’ve discovered some rather interesting ladies on your blog already.
Yes, I like the A303. When I was young my father used to make up stories as he drove us down for the annual family holiday in the West Country: memories of ghost stories, pipe smoke and sandwiches as the rain teemed down the windscreen beside the road at Stonehenge… “… A metalled sine wave back in time…”: yes indeed, such that if the car was well-sprung, you’d bang your head on the roof every few hundred yards 😉 Another road I like is the A272, the only one I know that has had a book written about it: “An Ode to a Road”.
Hello Hugh! It’s a special place, isn’t it? When you used to sail it, were those strange humped houses there? They look like they’ve been blown in from a Dutch village. And not far after Stonehenge there’s a pig farm on a hillside in strange circular formations. We call it Pighenge.