The way I feel is making it hard to write, the fact that I can’t feel my fingers with cold doesn’t help. How to describe it? It’s as if I’ve been in a coma and just woke with an almighty bang. It’s funny because […]
Chapter 1 The Waiting Chapter 1 Summer was passing us by, growing heavy. I was in the garden with Honor, too many butterflies, too much gravity, and a cool glass of wine, when the black dog came shuffling up the lane with the sky […]
The house is new, built a few years ago, but the way it writes poems you’d never know. The house is a ship, it carries dreams, today it captured shimmering things… I blinked and the hill turned lush with flowers. I’d only opened the door […]
The worst of the storm I think has passed, though don’t quote me. I wish I could say I’ve been using the time creatively but it’s been hard to settle to anything. Yesterday was eerily still and today was all waiting, and worry for loved […]
A dull still morning, no birdsong, no colour. Little S came in around dawn, not feeling well, flushed in the face. During the night we’d heard her talking in her sleep about points. They can earn, win, or lose points at school for different rewards […]
I woke to a morning of gold and rustling trees. With a surprising blue sky and bright sunlight. The birds are delighted and sing as brightly as if it were summer. But the garden is unmoved. It lies cool, flowers fading, under a mantle of […]
In 1995 I was a young student living in a tiny flat-share in Dublin when I discovered I was pregnant. If I’d wanted an abortion there were people would have helped me make the necessary trip to England, but I didn’t want one. It was […]
Where to start. I can’t believe it’s the 29th of September already. The new school year is well under way and the honeymoon period of starting back after the summer holidays has well and truly passed. I find it incredible that in 2017 we […]
I finally finished Penny Dreadful two nights ago and am bereft ever since. What an astonishing thing it is. I’ve never known anything quite like it, anywhere. You know I have a low tolerance for the gratuitous, and I’ve always said I can’t watch or […]
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The worst of the storm I think has passed, though don’t quote me. I wish I could say I’ve been using the time creatively but it’s been hard to settle to anything.
Yesterday was eerily still and today was all waiting, and worry for loved ones of course, worry for everyone. I was so anxious. That I hadn’t expected. Butterflies, and you know I don’t like those.
As I write this we still have power which I was not expecting either. Maybe Ophelia was listening to RTE and just forgot about us? Leitrim that is.
You know I had a very sick child at home all last week, schools were closed today, and remain closed tomorrow, I’m babysitting on Wednesday, and we have a wedding on Friday. Thursday, that’s my best hope.
Kafka said, ‘A non writing writer is a monster courting insanity.’ And I know what he meant. That’s the thing with having created a daily creative habit, you do feel a bit crazy when you can’t, especially for a long stretch.
Thankfully, it takes a lot to knock me off course and last week I still managed to hit my goals of a thousand words of writing and/or editing each day, plus two more novel competitions, with completely different, and detailed, requirements, plus a daily walk.
The walking part is new. I promised myself after my last birthday that I was going to be stronger, physically stronger that is, for my next one, and bar today I haven’t missed one yet. Not even meeting a bull on the road, with two children, a baby, and buggy in tow put me off! Now that was dramatic.
The thing is I went into last week, knowing it was going to be a challenge, that I’d have no time alone. But knowing too that when you really focus on the thing you want to do you make it happen, even if it is rushed and frantic. And thank goodness I did because I hadn’t banked on a hurricane this week. Well who did.
But I am not too crazy yet and have more focus than this storm. it keeps changing direction, it doesn’t know where it’s going.
Oh, a strong rush just then, and also in me.
I want to finish up by adding my voice to another rising storm and say #metoo