Miranda Keeling
@mirandakeeling.com
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Author. Actor. Observer of everyday life. https://www.mirandakeeling.com Buy my book: https://tinyurl.com/ycwdfphn Come to my book launch! https://tinyurl.com/3c9tavdh Listen to my podcast: https://StoppingToNotice.lnk.to/podcastho
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I wrote a book! And I promise you'll love it 🤩
Here's what Philip Pullman says about it: 'This book is lovely - Miranda's observations are as sharp as ever, and in a strange way they seem to sharpen my own.'
Buy your copy here: geni.us/ThePlaceImin ❤️
A photo of the book in hardcover against a wooden background. The cover is a very light peach colour and has illustrations by Adam Beer of: a café in orange, a seagull and a girl with a kite in blue, a green pigeon, pink cow parsley and plastic bags and a yellow origami boat and leaves. The title is The place I’m in ‘WHAT I SEE WHEN I STOP TO NOTICE’ in black letters. It has this quote at the bottom ‘This Book is lovely’ by Philip Pullman.
A photo of the book in hardcover against a wooden background. The cover is a very light peach colour and has illustrations by Adam Beer of: a café in orange, a seagull and a girl with a kite in blue, a green pigeon, pink cow parsley and plastic bags and a yellow origami boat and leaves. The title is The place I’m in ‘WHAT I SEE WHEN I STOP TO NOTICE’ in black letters. It has this quote at the bottom ‘This Book is lovely’ by Philip Pullman. A photo of a double-page spread of chapter heading ‘ON THE STREET’. The colour of the pages is blue, and the book is against a pink background. There are observations by me (the black text is too small for most people to read) and black-and-white illustrations by Adam Beer of: umbrellas in the rain, a puddle, the top of a double-decker bus, the side of a building and peoples’ legs and feet waiting in a bus queue. A photo of a double-page spread from the chapter ‘IN A CAFÉ’. The colour of the left-hand pages is white, and the colour of the right-hand page is peach, and the book is against a pale-pink background. There are observations by me (the black text is too small for most people to read) and a black-and-white illustration on the left-hand page by Adam Beer, of two women talking in a café. A photo of a double-page spread from the chapter 'AT THE PARK'. The colour of the pages is pink and the text is black and illustrations are in black and white. There are observations by me (the text is too small for most people to read I this image) and a black-and-white illustration on the left-hand page by Adam Beer, of a park with runners and trees, a close-up of a bush and a bee near a lavender flower. The right hand page has illustrations of a couple walking in a park from behind, a dachshund on a lead and a woman on a bicycle - facing away from us.
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Two bearded men at a bus-stop do infectiously lovely, sugar-fuelled belly-laughing as they share a huge bag of giant chocolate buttons.
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Gosh. People have supported my work. Thank you 🥹
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It’s tough out there. For everyone. So I ask this only if you can. Apart from my books, my time and writing doesn’t pay - here on social media, or on my podcast. If you would like to support me so I can continue to offer my work for free, you can here: ko-fi.com/mirandakeeling no pressure at all ❤️
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Yes. In fact I think that is the driving force behind me writing in the way that I do x
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A little girl splashes through puddles in Leyton, her head in the hood of her purple coat, the rest of it flapping behind her in the wind.
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It’s tough out there. For everyone. So I ask this only if you can. Apart from my books, my time and writing doesn’t pay - here on social media, or on my podcast. If you would like to support me so I can continue to offer my work for free, you can here: ko-fi.com/mirandakeeling no pressure at all ❤️
Buy Miranda Keeling a Coffee
Become a supporter of Miranda Keeling today!
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A cat sleeps across the crazy paving of a front yard. At the sound of my approach, she wakes. We blink at each other. White as spilt milk, she shows me her belly of thick fur in a gesture of trust.
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Opposite me as I walk my dog, a woman stands in a long, fitted coat. Laughter lines deeply decorate her lean face. A butterfly brooch nestles its delicate, membranous metal wings into the cornflower blue fabric of her upturned-against-the-cold collar.
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Puddles collected on top of bus-stops from the just-finished rain reflect the pale blue of a now clear sky. Two buses going in opposite directions on a narrow road, pause beside each other. Their drivers snatch a quick few words, before the metal beasts they operate continue again to lumber along.
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A purposeful pigeon winds his wobbly way over cold cobblestones: grey as his frayed feathers, and plants in a window-box, left to go wild in a now-squatted pub, wave seaweed-like in the breeze.
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A man pushes a tiny, sleeping baby through East London in a pram past two women in headscarfs and matching raincoats, just as they double over with laughter at a shared joke. Sunlight hits tarpaulin stretched across scaffolding on a building site, giving it the sudden transparency of a jellyfish.
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Beyond the scuffed surface of a bus window, London unfolds before me, its moments briefly captured through the glass, like edgy, multi-media pictures on a pop-up gallery wall.
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There were definitely some folk who might have. But she smiled. Which was nice.
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On this train, a pirate ship fights for its life in a raging storm on a man's seen-better-days, baggy t-shirt. A small, silver, hooped earring hides under his salt-and-pepper hair. Imprinted on his worn out face, etched echoes of experience jostle for recognition.
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A man walking along Caledonian Road falls over onto a huge roll of bubble wrap that he is hugging, perhaps for just this sort of situation.
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A woman on the tube, her beautiful silver hair cascading in waves over her vivid red cape, nods to herself as she reads a book about tigers.
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Woman outside a florist pointing at some flowers: These are to die for aren’t they?
Her friend: Well, yes, I mean, they’re nice.
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In the dim interior of a Thai restaurant, a woman in a yellow coat potters about. Vintage lamps are turned on in a nearby pub - their light softened by fringed shades. A purple velvet chair on the pavement has a sign on it that says ‘Free’. A man walking past says ‘Nice’ and bends to pick it up.
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A woman pushes an enormously tall box along the Tube platform. It is attached to the trolley it’s on with crisscrossing ropes. She has tied her coat over the top, completing the illusion that there is an escapologist in the box, who’ll be out of it any second now. Or at least we hope so.
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By a bus-stop, a box has been left, of beautiful blue thistles in cardboard tubes, a portable dried garden.