I am delighted to say that The Glass Shore: Short Stories by Women Writers from the North of Ireland won Best Irish-Published Book at the Bord Gáis Energy Irish Book Awards in Dublin last week. This is a huge honour for editor Sinéad Gleeson, for the publishers, New Island Books, and for the contributors.
The anthology consists of twenty-five short stories by women writers spanning three centuries, including a gem of a story by Margaret Barrington titled ‘Village Without Men’ and a new find from Janet McNeill, one of my favourite writers from here. If you’d told me when I was reading The Maiden Dinosaur at Queen’s in the late eighties, that I’d one day have a story in an anthology alongside Janet McNeill, I would have suggested that perhaps you'd had one Black Russian too many! It’s a real privilege to be represented here.
The Glass Shore is the subject of a panel discussion and reading at the Seamus Heaney HomePlace in Bellaghy on Saturday 26th November at 7pm. The event will be chaired by Sinéad Gleeson. I will be there with fellow contributor Rosemary Jenkinson to make up the panel. Tickets for the event are £5 and available to book at this link at the HomePlace website. There's a full list of contributors to The Glass Shore on the New Island website, as well as a full list of contributors to its predecessor The Long Gaze Back (which won Best Irish-Published Book in 2015). There will be books available to buy on the night, courtesy of No Alibis Bookstore. Either copy would make a great Christmas present (for yourself or for someone else)! It would be good to see you there.
There’s definitely something in the air. Last Friday night the Linen Hall Library in Belfast hosted a hugely informative discussion on Women in Print, and Ruth Carr’s important anthology The Female Line was relaunched as an e-book to a packed house by Herself Press. Readers included Maura Johnston and Medbh McGuckian and panel member Dawn Sherratt-Bado announced the publication of a follow-up anthology to The Female Line in 2017. It seems there is an appetite out there for writing by women from these parts. Good news indeed for those of us who are writing.
What is it about the autumn? There’s that ‘back to school’ feel in the air when everyone settles down after the summer and starts to look at schedules and suddenly it all takes off, nothing mellow about it. It’s going to be a busy time. Here are some upcoming events.
On Monday 3rd October 2016, The Glass Shore will be launched in the Ulster Museum in Belfast at 7pm, introduced by critic and author Patricia Craig and by contributor Lucy Caldwell, with readings by featured authors. The Glass Shore is a new anthology of short stories by women writers from the North of Ireland, edited by writer and broadcaster Sinead Gleeson and published by New Island Books and follows on the heels of the award-winning The Long Gaze Back published in 2015. I’m delighted to have stories included in both. The Dublin launch of The Glass Shore is on 5th October at Hodges Figgis at 6pm with Irish Fiction Laureate Anne Enright and writer and journalist Martina Devlin. Everyone welcome in Belfast or Dublin (or, indeed, both, if you're the crazy wine-swilling, nut-nibbling, launch-going type).
Wednesday 5th October is the official publication date for the new edition (with a swanky new cover) of The Butterfly Cabinet by Tinder Press. Look out for it in the bookshops. The 'new' new book (which seems to be called The Watch House - more of that anon) will be published in the autumn of 2017.
On Monday 10th and Monday 17th October (7-9pm both evenings) I’ll be facilitating a writing class at the Roe Valley Arts & Cultural Centre, Limavady, as part of the town’s annual Steinbeck Celebrations. The theme this year is ‘The Human Heart and the Land’, a quote from environmentalist and writer Barry Lopez who cites Steinbeck as one of his greatest influences. This two-part workshop will use Steinbeck’s writing and his links with the Causeway Coast & Glens area as inspiration for new creative work. Open to all from experienced writers to first-timers. Bring writing materials. Maximum no. 12. Cost for the two workshops is £20. To book tel. 028 7776 0650.
Tuesday 11th October is the next reading of the Causeway Writers’ Groups, this time at Roe Valley Arts & Cultural Centre, Limavady at 7pm. This is a six-monthly coming together of all the Writers’ Groups in the Causeway Coast & Glens area, namely Limavady Writers, Ballycastle Writers, Ballymoney Writers, Portrush Writers and Flowerfield Writers from Portstewart to share each other’s work. Everyone welcome. Refreshments provided. Admission free.
On Thursday 3rd November at 7.30pm I’ll be at Thyme & Co. Café, Quay Road in Ballycastle, reading with author and journalist Martina Devlin. We’ll both be reading new stories from The Glass Shore as well as other work. Admission is free. Come along and say hello. (I've been there before - there will be cake.)
Hotfoot from Ballycastle, from Friday 4th - Sunday 6th November, I’ll be at the John O’Connor Writing School and Literary Arts Festival in Armagh. This is a brand new festival to celebrate the writing of Armagh man John O’Connor whose novel Come Day – Go Day is due to be republished and launched during the festival by Liberties Press. I’ll be facilitating the Fiction writing workshops but if that’s not your thing, there are classes in writing Poetry and Memoir as well as Songwriting, Travel writing, Food writing, Blogging, writing for Screen, Stage, Travel, Journalism and Commercial writing. Full programme including exhibitions, talks, masterclasses, storytelling and performances here, not forgetting Muldoon’s Picnic at the Charlemont Arms Hotel on Friday 4th November at 8.30pm with (among others) Anne Enright, Stuart Neville and poet Michael Longley.
There's more to come later in the Autumn, but that's enough to be getting on with for now. Happy berrypicking. Try and stay mellow, if not fruitful.
Here it is: the redesigned cover for the new edition of The Butterfly Cabinet which comes out in the autumn of this year from Tinder Press. This is, incredibly, the eighth cover that the book has had: the third in the UK as well as two in the US, one in Netherlands and two in Italy. I love it. It feels very strong - and very contemporary. It’s exciting to see this new incarnation.
It’s been good to revisit The Butterfly Cabinet this summer. I’ve written a new article on the origins of the story, and the re-publication will include the first chapter of the new book, The Tailor’s House*, which will be published by Tinder Press in 2017. I'm looking forward to seeing that cover too.
*STOP PRESS! This may be the title of the new book. It may not. Watch this space. (It's a tricky business, naming a book.)
This may be the most boring photograph you’ll see this year but bear with me, it's kind of exciting for me. It’s an image of the shelf in my writing room that holds the drafts of the current project. I can count ten – and this isn’t all of them. The good news is – there won’t be any more drafts taking up space. I haven’t burned the manuscript and I can’t say it’s finished – it’s never finished - I’ve learned my lesson about saying that it is. There’s editing to be done and all manner of decisions still to be made, about cover design, and about, rather importantly, the title, but I’m delighted to say that The Book (let’s just call it that for now) has been accepted for publication. Hooray!
The Book will be published in 2017 by Tinder Press, under the same editor – Mary-Anne Harrington – who edited The Butterfly Cabinet for Headline Review. Tinder Press was launched in 2013 as Headline’s literary imprint, ‘a place where classy, intelligent writing could thrive.’ Their launch title, Maggie O’Farrell’s Instructions for a Heatwave, was shortlisted for the Costa Novel Award, and went on to be a Top Ten bestseller. Highlights since then include The Invention of Wings by Sue Monk Kidd, an Oprah Book Club pick and international bestseller, and The Lemon Grove, an e-book phenomenon which established Helen Walsh as a major talent to watch. In 2015 they welcomed bestselling, critically acclaimed author Patrick Gale to the list with A Place Called Winter, and Sarah Winman’s hugely anticipated second novel, A Year of Marvellous Ways. ‘What these books have in common,’ say Tinder Press, ‘is a commitment to quality, and a passion for storytelling.’ I am more than a little bit delighted to have The Book placed there. Tinder Press will also republish The Butterfly Cabinet in Autumn 2016.
And here are some more reasons to be cheerful. On International Women’s Day, Tuesday 8th March, about 130 women writers from all across Northern Ireland will be coming together to take part in Women Aloud NI: a collective raising of women’s voices to celebrate the written and spoken word. There are events in every county throughout the day and into the evening: from flash fictioners in Fermanagh to balladeers in Belfast; from literati in Lisburn to dramatists in Dungannon; from prosers in Portstewart to orators in Omagh, there will be something to suit every taste. I will be at Waterstone’s in Coleraine where events kick off at 10am and continue through till 4pm in the day. I’ll be in conversation at lunchtime with the indefatigable Jane Talbot, author of The Faerie Thorn, co-ordinator and mastermind of the project, whose idea it was to do the whole thing in the first place. The day winds up at No Alibis on Botanic Avenue in Belfast in the evening where nearly 30 women writers will come together to close the day’s readings. There is a full listing of events as well as names and information on all the participating writers on the Women Aloud NI page. Come along to an event and raise your own voice, the noisier the better. And if you can't make it there in person, look out for us on Facebook or on Twitter using hashtags #WomenAloudNI #IWD2016 #ReadWomen and at our Twitter feed @WomenAloudNI. See you then.
When we were small and the likes of Giant Haystacks and Big Daddy were to be found on our TV screen, bouncing off the ropes of a wrestling ring and slamming heads off the canvas, there was a question that could be heard repeated over and over in our house and that question was: ‘Do you submit?’ This was generally delivered by the brother who at the time had your head in an arm lock or who was sitting on your back. And maybe because you couldn’t hear so well (what with your ears being squished flat against your head, or because your nose was down the back of the sofa and your concentration was elsewhere) or maybe because we were big into wrestling and not so big into diction, to my ears the question usually sounded more like ‘D’yousummit?’ to which the answer, if you genuinely couldn’t take any more pain was ‘Isummit’ or if you were thran (definition and pronunciation here, for non-Ulster-Scots-influenced speakers) and thought you still had a chance of throwing your opponent off, then the accepted reply was, ‘Idon'summit’. I was fairly thran, I still am, but being the youngest, and not that big into pain, I submitted quite a bit.
In these days of writing deadlines the question of submission has a whole new meaning, but it strikes me that there’s a reason why that particular word is used. When you release your writing into the world, you submit it to the opinion of someone who didn’t write it, whether that be to a friend or to a relative, to your writing group members, to an editor, to an agent, to a competition judge, or even, to the trial of all trials, online book reviewers. And the question on your mind is: ‘Will the writing stand up to it? Is it strong enough to withstand the pressure of someone else’s scrutiny?’ I’m close to submitting another draft of the current book to my agent. I think this may be the tenth draft I’ve written (I haven’t submitted all ten – I’m not completely mad) and I’m stalling, because if this one doesn’t make the cut, then I have to make that decision again – to get back up and rework or to throw in the towel? Submission in the new sense can mean summission in the old. There’s such a thing as a book that can beat you.
I did play truant in between some of those drafts and wrote a short story that is included in a new anthology of Irish women writers, The Long Gaze Back. It is published by New Island Books and edited by Sinéad Gleeson and is officially launched on Wednesday 23rd September 2015 in the Liquor Rooms, Wellington Quay, Dublin. The anthology consists of thirty short stories by Irish women writers, living and dead, including Elizabeth Bowen, Maeve Brennan, Maria Edgeworth, Mary Lavin, Kate O’Brien, Charlotte Riddell and Somerville & Ross. A number of these writers were on my study list at University so it’s a real honour and a privilege to have a story of mine included alongside theirs and alongside the many brilliant contemporary women writers that are included. Reviews to date include Alison Walsh in The Sunday Independent, Martina Evans in The Irish Times, Ruth Gilligan in The Irish Independent and book blogs By the Book Reviews and We Love This Book. I’ll be reading from the anthologised story alongside fellow anthologees (a word I may have made up), Lucy Caldwell, Anne Devlin and Roisín O’Donnell at the Linen Hall Library on Thursday 22nd October 2015 at 6.30pm as part of the Ulster Bank Belfast International Arts Festival. The reading will be followed by a discussion on the short story. You can find full details of all Festival events, and download the programme here.
It is my very great pleasure to help to launch a new collection, The Faerie Thorn and Other Stories, published by Blackstaff Press and written by Jane Talbot on Friday 25th September 2015 at 6pm at the North Down Museum, Bangor, part of the Aspects Festival of Irish Literature. This is a beautifully-written collection that contains fresh and clever re-workings of sometimes-familiar stories that are grounded in the County Antrim places from which they sprouted: the Bush river, Gortanuey Bridge, Breen Wood, Murlough Bay. Jane Talbot’s joy in the written and the spoken word is evident in every line. These are never condescending, never didactic, never simple moral tales but complex, surprising, beguiling stories for grown women and men, the pleasure of which carries far off the page and will stay with you long after you’ve read them. Highly recommended reading.
Further down the line, I’ll be leading a one-day participative writing workshop at Roe Valley Arts & Cultural Centre, Limavady on Saturday 31st October 2015 from 10am to 4pm on the theme of ‘Between the Lights’. Full details and booking information here.
Back to the manuscript and the question of submission now. More news anon.
The daffodils have come and gone another year and still work continues on the current novel manuscript. I recently read an interview by Vincent Scarpa with US writer Laura van den Berg entitled A Novel Wants Your Life in Tin House magazine. She’s a very wise woman and says many wise things about how writing a novel differs from writing short stories. She talks, in the interview, about the sense of an ending that is present when writing short stories, and how you have to let that go when you’re writing a novel because that feeling is ‘illusory, a mirage in the desert’. She says: ‘If you’re working on a novel, whatever you do, don’t say, “I am almost finished with my novel.” ’ That's good advice. It's come a little too late for me – over a year too late, actually (see blog post dated 20th February 2014 and ironically entitled ‘Nearly There’) but it's still good advice.
On a personal level, this is one of the best interviews I’ve read on the writing process. It feels like Laura van den Berg has peeked inside my head. ‘The hard part,’ she says, ‘was mainly psychological: how to keep the faith, how to not let doubt erode the project, how to ask the right questions, how to see with greater depth and clarity.’ She talks about how, with short stories, it’s sometimes possible to fit the writing in and around other things you’re doing. (In her case, this could mean writing a scene ‘while holed up in the bathroom of a raging party’; in mine it’s more likely to be in between loading a dark wash and a light.) The novel, on the other hand, ‘wants your life’. I think that’s very true. The novel is jealous of time spent doing other things. It expects a much greater act of concentration, of stamina, of willpower than does the short story. It doesn’t want to be sidelined, ever, and since it’s impossible not to sideline it when you have other work to do, and a family and caring responsibilities, in other words, that thing called a life, then you can find yourself, as she puts it, ‘repainting a house that needed to be set on fire and bulldozed.’ One of the hardest things for me is that ‘constant state of suspension’ that she describes. To be engaged in the sustained act of ‘not finishing’ something is exhausting. (The phrase 'tantric writing' springs suddenly to mind...) While I was writing The Butterfly Cabinet, I’d sneak off every now and then like a truant schoolgirl and write a short story. It was my respite from the onslaught of ‘not finishing’ the novel. At the end of it, I had a finished novel and the makings of a short story collection, Sleepwalkers. I thought that this time around, I'd be a model student, concentrate wholly on the novel and that way, I’d finish it much sooner, but that hasn’t really worked out. It feels to me that that interplay between the two forms that van den Berg describes is a very healthy one. ‘The story-novel rhythm is a good one for me,’ she says. For me too, Laura, me too. Again, the advice is a little late but never mind. As they say in these parts, I’ll know for again. Every day I inch a little closer to an ending, but I won’t be saying again that I’m almost finished. I won’t be saying anything until I am finished and by then I’ll be so incoherent with relief and fatigue (and quite possibly, gin) that I’m unlikely to be saying much of anything at all.
In the meantime, here are some of the things I’ll be doing over the next few weeks (while I’m not finishing the novel) and that may be of interest to fellow writing combatants.
On Thursday 23rd April 2015 I’ll be facilitating an Introduction to writing short stories workshop at Larne Library from 6pm - 8pm, in association with the John Hewitt Society and Libraries NI. It’s suitable for writers of all ages and levels of experience. This is a FREE workshop but places are limited. To secure a place, please email Hilary@johnhewittsociety.org. And for the poets among you, Elaine Gaston will facilitate a FREE Introduction to writing poetry workshop at Ballymena Library on Saturday 18th April 2015 from 11am – 1pm. Again, email Hilary to secure a place. You'll find details of both workshops here. Elaine will also be reading in Randall’s Bar, Cushendun on Saturday 2nd May 2015 at 4pm, part of the Cushendun Big Arts Weekend. Look out for Randall’s goat at the harbour – the highlight of many a visit to Cushendun.
The Larne workshop comes just ahead of the John Hewitt Spring School in Carnlough which this year is on Saturday 25th April 2015 and features talks and readings by Martina Devlin, Ciaran Carson, Stephen Sexton, Peter Osborne, Nisha Tandon and Vincent Creelan. There’s a FREE return coach from Belfast City Centre to Carnlough for Day Ticket Holders (£25 for entry to all events including lunch and refreshments and if you’re lucky, some of the famous Londonderry Arms wheaten bread). Full details of contributors and how to book here.
On Saturday 9th May 2015 I’ll be taking a One Day Writing Workshop at Roe Valley Arts and Cultural Centre, Limavady that uses John Steinbeck’s own writing and his links with the Limavady area as inspiration for new creative work. Open to beginners as well as to more experienced writers, the workshop runs from 10am-4pm with a short break for lunch. Cost £15. (Lunch not included.) To book Tel. 028 7776 0650 or email email@example.com. (Maximum 12 places.)
On Wednesday 13th May 2015 Ballycastle Writers hosts the first Writers’ Exchange, of the new Causeway Coast and Glens Council area and Flowerfield Writers’ Group will be there to join them. The event is at 7.30pm in Sheskburn House, Ballycastle. Admission is FREE. Participants are invited to read from their own work (short stories, poems, memoir, extracts from novels in progress). For more information contact the Arts Officer on 028 207 62225.
On Thursday 14th May 2015 I’ll be at the Linen Hall Library, Belfast along with writers Jan Carson and Kelly Creighton at an event hosted by the National Collection of Northern Ireland Publications (NIPR), part of the Writers on Writers Festival. ‘Success Stories: How to get your short stories published’ runs from 3pm-5.30pm. Kelly will be there in her role as editor of The Incubator, to talk about what journal editors are looking for. I will be giving advice about putting a collection together, and Jan will be talking about submitting work. This is a FREE event but advance booking is recommended. To book click on the Add to Basket button on the Success Stories link above or contact the Linen Hall on (0)28 9032 1707; email firstname.lastname@example.org. The Writers on Writers Festival runs from 13th – 16th May and features Glenn Patterson along with previous winners of the Michael McLaverty Short Story Award, Bernard MacLaverty & David Park in conversation, a writing workshop by Jo Egan, Anne Devlin talking about Elizabeth Bowen and Sophia Hillen sharing her writing experiences.
That’s it for now. More anon. Happy writing, reading, listening, editing, drafting, redrafting, sleeping, drafting some more…
I’ve been gone from here for a while. It seems sort of appropriate to return on the shortest day, at the natural turn of the year. We’ve had a tough few weeks. My mother passed away on the 15th of October past. She dreaded the long dark nights. It was always a relief to be able to say on the 21st that the light was on its way back. In tribute to her, I’d like to repost this story from Sleepwalkers which was written for her and for my first daughter. She and I sat in her kitchen the day it was first broadcast on the radio, listening together. The story had been pre-recorded in Belfast. I was more nervous about that reading than I’ve ever been about a reading before or since. She was a very private person. I wasn’t sure how she would react to the telling. In the event, it was fine. It was more than fine. I think she was really very proud to have it told.
Here’s to the return of the light. Wishing us all brighter days ahead.
This is how you lay, little one, the whole night long in my mother’s house, with me on my back and you on my chest and your left cheek on mine. I remember I lifted you and laid you in your travel cot, but you were not for travelling. Once the cold of the sheet touched your face, you twisted, opened your eyes, screwed up your fists and cried: cries fit to waken my mother and her mother, and her mother’s mother before. I lifted you once, twice, three, four times, lifted you until you taught me what I would not learn: that the only place you wanted to be was next to me, heartbeat to heartbeat, cheek to cheek.
In the morning, my mother looked into my bleary eyes, into eight months of lifting and laying and lifting again. She put her little finger into your small mouth and felt an eruption, the shock of a chip of ivory that had broken the surface: your first tooth. It made sense of everything. She told me once that after the birth of her ninth child, her doctor had told her to stop birthing children, for the sake of her health. But she didn’t stop. She bore another boy, and then me. ‘Where would you have been if I’d stopped?’ she said to me, and she took your hand, ‘And where would this one be?’ I don’t know the answer to that. Later, she told me she was annoyed that she had found the tooth, upset at having the glory moment when it was me that had lost sleep over it. Would I not have wished to have found it myself, she said? But who better to have found it, her last baby’s first baby’s first tooth? Who better but your mother’s mother; your own mother, once removed, and not removed at all. We make ourselves over and over again. Your teeth are my teeth, and my bones are hers and her skin is her mother’s, and her mother’s blood is the blood of hers. Who better to have found your tooth? ‘No,’ I said, ‘I’m not annoyed. You know the rule – the tooth-finder is the cobbler. Now you’ll have to buy the first shoes.’
Seven years on and the tooth is jutting straight out of your mouth, dangerously loose, hanging on. It’s been like that for weeks. It seems reluctant to go. You won’t let me near it, and I’m afraid to touch it. What if it doesn’t come free at the first pull? What if something stronger is holding it there? I’m tempted to take you down to see your grandmother – down to the place of the getting of it – and ask her to put her finger once more into your mouth, take a hold again, give the tooth one good tug. I’ve a good mind to ask her to finish what she started.
I had the scary dream again last night – the one where the public reading goes badly wrong. It’s a version of the dream I used to have years ago when I worked as administrator for Big Telly Theatre Company. A night or two before the show was due to go up, I would dream that some injury had befallen a cast member and I would have to go on in their stead. The worst was the one in which something calamitous had happened to the entire cast and I was told I would have to perform The Colleen Bawn single-handedly. I left shortly afterwards.
Last night’s dream was particularly vicious. It was a late night reading in an unspecified (but intimate) venue somewhere in Belfast. There were several readers scattered on the sofas around the room. I was waiting to be called. The night wore on. Eventually, at around a quarter to one in the morning, my turn came. Most people had gone home. I’d forgotten my glasses. The book from which I was reading had inexplicably transmuted into a sort of slippery spring-loaded cabbage. I prised open the leaves to find my place and peered, in the dim light, to try and make out what I’d written but each time I looked up to deliver a line, the cabbage snapped shut and sprung out of my hands and I had to scrabble about on the floor to find it. The remaining few punters wandered off. The staff came in to say they were shutting up. There was that dispiriting moment when the cosy, atmospheric space you're in is suddenly flood lit by fluorescent lighting and you can see all the stains on the carpet. I left. It was raining. I’d missed the last train. I had no way of getting home.
There are a couple of possible explanations for why the dream has returned now. There are some readings coming up in September (details below) – I may already be getting the jitters about those. Or it may be because I’ve asked a few writing friends to give me some feedback on the current work-in-progress and, before I even hand it over, I’ve been spending a lot of time making up excuses for why it’s not better than it is. Either way, I don’t suppose the dream is going anywhere. The fear of humiliation and rejection, whether that be in a room full of friends or in front of a sofa of strangers, seems to be part of the writer’s lot. Parting with your writing is all part of the process of owning it. (Nice oxymoron for you there – you’re welcome.)
On Thursday 11th September, I’ll be reading from Sleepwalkers at Omagh Library at 8pm and on Saturday 13th September I’ll be facilitating a writing workshop at Strule Arts Centre, Omagh at 3.30pm. Both events are part of the Benedict Kiely Literary Festival that includes readings by Bernard MacLaverty, Pat McCabe, Claire Keegan, Mary Costello and Billy Ramsell and discussion with Eamonn Hughes, Sinéad Gleeson, David Hayden and Declan Meade (of The Stinging Fly) as well as poetry and film screenings. For more information and to book, contact Strule Arts Centre on 028 8224 7831 or Email: email@example.com. The full programme is available to view on the Benedict Kiely Festival website.
On Friday 19th September, I’ll be reading along with writers Lucy Caldwell and Paul McVeigh at a Word Factory event at the Cork International Short Story Festival (scroll down – Cork Central Library, Grand Parade, 4pm!) The Festival runs throughout the week and includes readings, seminars and workshops by a host of international writers as well as the presentation of the Seán Ó Faoláin Prize and the Frank O’Connor Award (the latter to Colin Barrett for his excellent collection Young Skins) and the launch of the Davy Byrnes Short Story Award Anthology. If you’re a short story aficionado, it’s the place to be. Full programme available here.
And finally, on Thursday 25th September, I’ll be at Aspects Festival in Bangor reading at Bangor Museum at 1pm. The full programme is downloadable here and includes readings and events featuring local writers Tara West, Tony Macauley, Pauline Burgess, Sheena Wilkinson, Alf McCreary, Rebecca Reid, Jan Carson, Damian Smyth, Nathaniel McAuley, Michael Smiley and David Park, as well as journalists Martin Bell, Fergal Keane and Paolo Hewitt, columnist Virginia Ironside, war veteran Simon Weston, and as if that wasn't enough, cooking from (my favourite radio chef) Paula McIntyre. No harm to the rest of you but that last event sounds like the highlight for me. I’m thinking of going along with a mystery ingredient challenge – ways to cook a spring-loaded cabbage (and exorcise your writing demons in the process).
A little while ago, I was asked by writer friend Lesley Richardson to take part in a blog hop. ‘Yes,’ I said, ‘so long as it’s not happening any time soon.’ (‘That was my reaction too,’ said Lesley, ‘you can do it any time you like.’) So here we are, five short months later, finally getting around to it. The idea is to answer four questions on your writing process, and then nominate up to three other writers to do the same, so here goes.
What are you working on?
A book - a novel to be precise. Don’t ask me for the title – I have a list the length of my arm, each of them suggesting a slightly different sort of book and the chances are that none of them will stick. I don’t know what it’s called because I don’t know what it is yet. As for what it’s about – it’s set on Rathlin Island, County Antrim, around the time of the wireless telegraphy experiments there in 1898. At least part of it is set then, and part of it is set in the present day, although that’s giving me lots of problems so that could all change. (You’re sorry you asked now, aren’t you?) I don’t really like talking (or writing) about it. It feels like a private thing while it’s happening. I would like to create the impression that it appears on the shelf fully-formed, jacketed and lovely, every word where it should be. I don’t really want you to know what an ugly malformed thing it is right now. I have to have faith that it will all work out in the end but dwelling on it in its present form with all its workings on show like a disengorged clock is not helping me.
How does your work differ from others of its genre?
I’m really beginning to regret that I agreed to do this now. What genre do I write in? Literary or historical fiction seems to be the agreed category, although, interestingly, none of my short stories have an historical setting, unless you consider the nineteen eighties to be historical, which I suppose you could argue they are. Where were we? Ah, yes, ‘others of its genre’. Well, I suppose the most obvious thing is that my characters tend to be from Northern Ireland since that’s where I spend most of my time, the royalties not having yet stretched to the purchase of the little flat in Florence. There are lots of writers I admire and whose writing skill I would like to emulate – some female, some male, some Irish, some not. Some of them write short stories, some write literary or historical fiction, some don’t do any of that. I don’t know how my writing differs from theirs except to say that most of them manage to produce more of it than I do.
Why do you write what you do?
I don’t think I have any choice. It’s certainly not a conscious thing. I don’t wake up in the morning and think: ‘Today I shall write like Alice Munro.’ If only it did work like that, if only you could take on another writer’s skin. (I’m always amazed when writers in workshops say they’re afraid to read too much in case they get influenced by other writers. As Patsy Horton of Blackstaff Press said at the recent LitNetNI Literature Development Day – ‘If you’re not reading, what are you doing?’) You can develop and improve your writing through reading and workshopping but I don’t think you can ever shoehorn it into a place where it won’t fit. You just have to try and do what you do better than you did it the last time you tried and the more of it you do, the stronger your voice becomes.
How does your writing process work?
Mostly, it doesn’t. It’s a very flawed and frustrating process but since it’s the only one I have I’m going to have to try and use it to finish this book at least. It involves writing lots of scraps of things in Scrivener and then moving them all around until they make a kind of sense. Then I print it all off in neat, double-spaced, typed drafts that are subsequently read and written over, through and under in biro with comments such as ‘check this’; ‘delete’; ‘rewrite’; ‘develop?’ and ‘What do you mean by this, you idiot?’, all of which are then incorporated into a new typed draft so that the process can begin again. There’s something slightly subversive about it. I like to deface the page. I find Scrivener really helpful but as for the rest of it, I wouldn’t recommend it. When this book’s finished, I’m going to shop around and find myself a new process, one that gets a book written in fewer than five years. (The picture at the top of this blog is of Altachuile Bay on Rathlin. It’s my chosen background when I’m writing in Scrivener. It gets me down the page.)
That’s it. And now for my nominated blog hop writer. Debbie (DJ) McCune is the author of the Young Adult trilogy Death & Co, published internationally by Hot Key Books. Death & Co. and The Mortal Knife are the first books in the series; the third book will be published in January 2015. Debbie was born in Belfast and grew up in Carrickfergus, a seaside town just north of the city. As a child she liked making up stories and even wrote some down, including a thriller about a stolen wallaby. She read Theology at Trinity College, Cambridge but mostly just read lots of books. She lives in Northern Ireland with her husband, daughter - and two cats with seven legs between them. Debbie’s on Twitter and her Author Facebook Page is here.
I’m delighted to say that Sleepwalkers has been shortlisted for the Edge Hill Short Story Prize along with collections by Jaki McCarrick, David Rose, Rachel Trezise and John Burnside. The winning collection will be announced on Thursday 3rd July at the Free Word Centre in London where I will be quaffing something fizzy, regardless of the result.
I have returned, belatedly, to say that Sleepwalkers didn't win the shiny prize. It was won by John Burnside for his collection Something Like Happy; the Readers' Prize went to Rachel Trezise for her collection Cosmic Latte. Congratulations to both of them. We had a lovely evening, the Whittricks and I. There were chocolate-coated strawberries and the smallest Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte I have ever seen, so no complaints here.
Well, the daffs are out and still no sign of that book being finished. I have been working on it – honest, I have. (Just ask the staff at the library in Coleraine – Debbie (DJ) McCune and I are like two Occupy protesters, camping out there with our laptops practically every day.) Here’s the thing. I went to Oxford, to the Bodleian, to the Special Collections no less and there I found some very interesting things in the Marconi Collection. (Thank you again, The Society of Authors and The Authors' Foundation.) I didn’t really expect to find anything new. I thought I was going to do a bit of fact-checking, just to make sure there wasn’t anything I’d missed in relation to the Rathlin experiments. But, oh, was I wrong. It’s a treasure trove in there. What is it about libraries and archives that gets me so excited? Just give me a dusty old box and a foam book support (not forgetting a swipeable plastic card) and I’m in my element. So I found out more things and now there’s more to write. That’s just the way it is.
In the meantime, there are some readings to talk about. On the afternoon of Saturday 3rd May, I’ll be in Randal’s Bar in Cushendun, Co. Antrim (3.00pm) reading from and conversing about Sleepwalkers and The Butterfly Cabinet as part of the Cushendun Big Arts Weekend (free event). I’m not sure you know how exciting this is. I spent some time in Cushendun in November of last year writing with friends. The high point of the visit may have been a sighting of the goat, tethered outside Randal’s, in his high-visibility jacket. (I know I’ve mentioned this before but it’s not a sight you see every day.) By May I reckon he’ll be in his spring/summerwear. I’m very much looking forward to getting reacquainted. If you fancy a bit of craft, picnicking, sand-sculpting or even Percy French it's most definitely the place to be. There's a 'Share a Poem' session in Randal's at 1.30pm on the 3rd May, just before the reading. Full details at www.cushendunbpt.org.
Then on Wednesday 21st May at 1pm, I’ll be reading (from Sleepwalkers) along with the fabulous Sheila Llewellyn at a Literary Lunchtime event in the Ulster Hall in Belfast. Sheila is a student of the Seamus Heaney Centre at Queen’s University, Belfast. Her short stories have been shortlisted for the Seán Ó Faoláin Short Story Prize, the Bridport Prize and the Costa Short Story Award in both 2013 and 2014. Her radio play won the RTÉ P.J. O'Connor Radio Drama Award in 2011 and the New York International Radio Festival Silver Award for best scheduled drama broadcast in 2012. Tickets (£4) are available from the Ulster Hall Box Office or tel. 028 90 334455.
But (STOP PRESS!) before any of that, I'll be reading from Sleepwalkers at the Verbal Arts Centre in Derry on World Book Night (Wednesday 23rd April) at 7pm. (See? I do, occasionally, come out at night.) I'm told the programme includes Jennifer Johnston, Brian McGilloway, Kenneth Gregory and Carlo Gebler - so there's four more good reasons to come. This is a free event. The VAC will be giving away free books and offering a book swap shop on the night. How many more reasons do you need? For more details contact the VAC on 028 71 266946.
And now it's back to the writing again for a little while before I'm let out to play. More news anon.