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…
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#1 by Anora McGaha on August 8, 2011 - 2:58 pm
I sure enjoy your writing Roz. Thank you so much for coming the way of Women Writers, Women Books!
#2 by rozmorris on August 8, 2011 - 8:23 pm
Thank you, Anora, for inviting me. I’ve discovered some rather interesting ladies on your blog already.
#3 by Hugh on August 8, 2011 - 5:59 pm
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”.
#4 by rozmorris on August 8, 2011 - 8:26 pm
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.