You Can't Have Both...right?

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Note: This post is also running, in a more tightly edited version, on the fine website writing.ie. If you'd like to leave a comment, please do so here. I might write a follow-up piece, so any wise words would be greatly appreciated.

The year I turned 40, I realised that I'd have to resolve a few long-term dilemmas in my life, if only to keep from getting too depressed when that birthday rolled around. One area I needed to deal with was my writing – I finally got the nerve to treat it as more than a hobby, started applying to graduate level programmes in creative writing and settled down to work on my first novel.

The other worry that had been hanging over me was fertility.

Fifty Shades of Failure, Part 2

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I tried and failed to read Fifty Shades of Grey in 50-page chunks and report on it faithfully – dragging Lady Chatterley's Lover and a lesbian biker novel called Satan's Best along for the ride. Here's the wreckage.

 

Fifty Shades of Failure

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Okay, I've been threatening to post this for the better part of a year. Time to share the magic. And just to be clear, it's not the novel that's the failure here. It's me. Back in the dark days of starting this blog, I had an idea for what I thought would be an interesting series of articles: I would read Fifty Shades of Grey in instalments of 50 pages, and report objectively on what I'd found. Why? Well, the book kept coming up in conversation, especially with writers, but nobody involved ever seemed to have read a word. To make the proposition more interesting, I decided to throw in 50 pages of Lady Chatterley's Lover as well, and just for fun, I'd add a lesbian biker novel called Satan's Best by Red Jordan Arobateau (generously donated to my personal library by Mr Fintan O'Higgans of Brussels). So you'd get pure trash, great literature and middle-brow trash, all concerning sex. Sounds like fun, right?

 

Begrudgery, on a Summer's Day

Begrudgery, on a Summer's Day

This post originally appeared on writing.ie, with a slightly more upbeat ending. For the original, grouchier version, read on.three bananas

Picture it: you're at a gathering packed with writerly types, all doing the usual drinking and complaining, when someone arrives bursting with good news – an award, a publishing deal, sales in excess of E.L. James and the Bible put together. Now look around the room. What's the reaction? Smiles and congratulations, of course. But while some of these smiles are genuine, others may seem a bit forced –  maybe closer to grimaces of pain. 'Oh,' they all say, 'I'm so happy for you!' Then everyone runs for the bathroom to have a good cry.

I'm exaggerating, but you get the idea. 'Every time a friend succeeds, I die a little,' said Gore Vidal, and you'll note that it wasn't a plumber or a skiing instructor who came up with this. Literary begrudgery is something all writers have to deal with if they're going to be happy, especially in this age of social media where you spend so much of your time online 'liking' and congratulating others.

 

It's the Anti-Launch!

It's the Anti-Launch!

Hey! My birthday was last week! And my fella's was the week before. All this celebrating has put me in mind of gal fireworks-258parties past and present, and so I decided to recycle this article, which ran on the Canadian National Post Blog in May. It's about my Dublin 'anti-launch' for Cinnamon Toast one rainy March night. No names have been changed. Here it is:

As soon as I announced that Cinnamon Toast and the End of the World was getting published, friends started talking about a book launch, and so did I. In fact, I dreamed about it as if it were my wedding.

But as I got closer to publication, I realised that this really was just daydreaming.

 

Letting Go - or Daruma's Other Eye

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I wrote this article on St Patrick's Day, when Cinnamon Toast and the End of the World had just been released. The post briefly ran on writing.ie, then a few weeks later writer and blogger Louise Gibney was kind enough to feature it on her website (check out her travel blog as well). Then it hit the Canadian National Post blog in May. That's a lot of travelling! Now it's retiring here. Read on:

If you go to any Buddhist temple in Japan at New Year's, you'll find Daruma dolls for sale. These are round figurines, usually made of papier-maché, depicting a grumpy-looking bearded man cloaked in red and gold with no arms or legs. The reference is to a monk called Bodhidharma who, according to legend, sat facing a wall in meditation for nine years. 'And then his legs fell off!' is the gleeful note the story ends on.

 

J.K. Alias and the Pseudonym of Cuckoos

J.K. Alias and the Pseudonym of Cuckoos

I was recently asked to write about The Cuckoo's Calling by...ahem...Robert Galbraith, and what it imagesmeans for new writers. Here's what I came up with. This article is also running this week on writing.ie. Normally I'd wait to post it, but I figured that in two weeks this story will be time capsule material, so... Read on.

Okay, time to come clean. I've been involved in an elaborate hoax for years. You see, I don't actually exist. Any of you who believe you've met me were the victims of a complicated set-up involving actors, wigs, mirrors, and hallucinations brought on by large quantities of bad Roquefort. My name is on a book, but it's a pen name, a pseudonym. The real author of my novel is, of course, J.K. Rowling.

So, um...you should run out and buy it. Now.

No, just kidding.

 

The Shy Years

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This article originally appeared in the 'Mothers and Babies' section of the Irish Independent back in April, in a special issue focusing on teenagers and parents. (You can find the original, virtually unscannable version in my scrapbook.) I went looking for a picture of me in the 'crayon' outfit, but could only find one vaguely mopey picture from 1986, below.  Read on...

If you're a parent of a teenager, you may have seen this happen: overnight a sunny, confident child becomes a withdrawn, self-conscious teenager - someone who will do anything to avoid calling attention to themselves, a shy person. What causes it and how can you bring that confidence back? I went through this myself as a kid and I don't have an answer. At the time, I was just as confused as anyone.

 

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