I was entranced by the legends of the Children of Lir and The Pursuit of Diarmuid and Gráinne, told by Clare Murphy.
I have become more confident with my writing over time, and I have also become more comfortable with the performative aspect of writing. But I still don’t write for anyone. I write for me. It’s in my blood.
It was a dark and stormy night, on an island in the middle of the ocean, and at the stroke of midnight, a terrifying hairy monster broke into the house.
If you are interested in reading a book I’ve written, here they are.
NaNoWriMo is something for which I feel almost limitless affection. I also feel nostalgia, I feel pride, I feel huge camaraderie. I tried and failed to do it in 2006, and I tried it again and successfully completed it in 2010, 2011 and 2012. If you haven’t heard of it, it is a very simple… Continue reading On NaNoWriMo