Today was dominated by the From the Well reading and Q&A that has been looming all week. I was frankly terrified at the prospect, and my imposter syndrome was having a field day after a week of attending talks by proper writers. Whatever about reading my competition short story, sitting in front of an audience talking… Read More West Cork Literary Festival: day 4
It would seem there are two types of writers – those who are comfortable with reading their work to an audience, and those who would rather be trapped in a lift with Piers Morgan than stand before a microphone. EM Reapy, author of Red Dirt, is of the latter variety. In an upfront piece for the Irish Times last week, she explained that, though… Read More The unweekly herding: stepping up to the mic
I compile my regular round-up of shiny internet things by dropping links onto a template as and when I stumble across them. Then at the end of the week I reread them to see what suits – not to mention jogging my memory because I have the retention of a blue tang fish (I can only be this… Read More The weekly herding: fear and finding your voice
It’s been a struggle to write and/or blog this week, and I blame the devilishly enticing weather. How writers in balmier climes get any work done, I’ll never understand. Nonetheless, those words won’t herd themselves, so here’s a (pretty hasty) round up of the things that worked hard to catch my eye this week. Sobering sight of an empty… Read More The weekly herding: sunshine, empty chairs and Frank O’Connor
Word herding 