Imagination is a wonderful thing - well, most of the time. By Ann Evans.
T'was the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse..... Pic courtesy of office.microsoft.com Yes, I know Christmas is behind us now, but this old poem by Clement Clarke Moore was probably the poem that first made me want to write – and that was donkey's years ago. I remember how those words fired my imagination. I pictured a Victorian household, with snow on the ground, stockings hanging from the mantle-piece, and the delicious aroma of Christmas pudding and mince pies wafting through the house etc etc. As a child I remember wondering how I could get that imaginary world in my head actually down on paper. Well the writing didn't really start until years later. But whenever I hear that poem it reminds me of how it inspired me to want to write - and how wonderful the imagination is. Pic courtesy of office.microsoft.com Only, last night, the line: not a creature was stirring, not even a mo...