Tom Murray Writer

Out of My Head


PROLOGUE



Hello there, and welcome to my website.  Hope you enjoy.   Above a wee photo ach its a hard life being a writer!

I am an award winning  full time writer based in the Scottish Borders.  I write plays, stories and and poems. My plays have been performed and read at various venues in the UK including the Traverse in Edinburgh and the Arches in Glasgow.  My play 'Sins of the Father' was a winner of the Rowan Tree Playwrighting Competition and afterwards toured.  My stories and poems have been widely published in the UK, also published in Canada and the USA

I am widely experienced in running workshops and reading and discussing my own work.   If you would like me to come and work with your group or organisation you can do so through the Scottish Book Trust Live Literature scheme http://www.scottishbooktrust.com/profile-author/2768 or you can contact me at tmurraytg@aol.com to discuss.

For further information about my various residencies and types of workshops ran please see Writer In Residence/Workshop page.  For more detailed information about my work and residencies please see Curriculum Vitae page.

My profile on Playwrights Studio Scotland webage:    http://www.playwrightsstudio.co.uk/playwrights/tom-murray.aspx

I was recently Creative Writing Fellow to Tyne & Esk Writers based across Midlothian and East Lothian.   www.tyne-esk-writers.com.  

I was recently Scottish Book Trust Reader In Residence to Scottish Borders Libraries.     

Visit my blog for updates on my writing life.  PostcardsfromBorderland

You can also follow me on Twitter

Also recently Creative Writing Tutor to writers in the Craigmillar Community.

Also one of the Creative Writing CABN mentors in the Scottish Borders.

I'm experienced in running workshops, reading from my own work, or giving talks on all aspects of poetry, prose and drama.       


One of my poems below.

NEW YORK NEW YORK

 Hotel doormen speaking out of the corner of their mouths

Like every New York film you ever saw.

Central Park, joggers jogging,

Talkers talking politics.

Vendors making a buck.

Packs of pampered pets

Walking their walkers.

 Lincoln Centre, an orchestra morphing

Into Glenn Millar style

While students pretend to study in the midday sun.

 Me spilling my coffee

Clicking the digital camera

Of my mind

Telling tales

Of a less hurried landscape.

 Thinking.

This is the life.

Itís good to be a writer.