Been writing stuff all my career. Latterly, mainly factual feature material. But started writing sci-fi picture-strip for boys market. Need say no more on that count, I think, bearing in mind my moniker here. But, as above, have had a number of good novel ideas. Been totally put off actually doing them as the field is nearly as bad as TV (which I also did, a bit). Full of exploitative shytes who’ll tell you your idea is crap. Then nick it for their own use. Mrs T has a complete novel in the can, has had for 20 odd years. It is a good book but the same factors put her off. She also has a volume of quite stunning poetry, some of which was published along side works by Larkin and similar. Funny stuff, poems. You do them for yourself. Then they’re done. Publish? Hmmm. Feet over grave sort of thing.
Anyway, back in Cadfael country:
…the evening breeze coiled about them very softly and gratefully, and the view into the garth was all emerald turf and pale grey stone, and azure sky melting into green through a fretwork of briars blowsy with late. drunken-sweet roses.
How can you not just love it? Would have driven Vaughan Williams mad trying to put it into music. I think Fen Country or the Tallis Fantasia come close.