“And just like that day, the morning dawned mistily bright, fresh and inviting. But this time I was far from being enticed to wander those sylvan paths with the melodies of birdsong and their memories of beauty, calm … and mind-numbing nightmare. Instead, with curtains drawn and phone off the hook, I stayed glued to my desk, immersed first in the drudgery of parish accounts, and then in the curiously absorbing task of the following day’s sermon. I say ‘curiously’ because although I have always t...aken the act of composition seriously, it is rare for me to be totally engaged – at least not in any dedicated sense. But that day something was different: I wrote rapidly, compulsively, and with a sense of conviction that normally only displays itself when I tackle the intricacies of the ‘Goldberg’ Variations or rehearse the insidiously soothing notes of that elegantly well-tempered Klavier. Now, however, instead of notes it was the words on the page which engrossed me – gripped my mind – and which made me write with such intensity and confidence.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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