Time is relative, but this year seems to have flown. Hard to credit that Honeymoon’s online launch is now only seven days away. Like a promise time has a mystical element to it and, as Sonny Condell and Leo O’Kelly of Tír na nÓg would attest, time tries all your strength to keep to.
Sometimes a book is so good that telling as many people as possible seems of the utmost importance. The delicate balance between story and gossamer light prose makes this book unputdownable.
There is so much to be thankful for, so many people whose kindnesses and words of encouragement boost each day and facilitate any personal achievement. I could do a Gwyneth Paltrow acceptance speech, start by thanking my parents and burst into tears, but maybe as I flood the internet each day…
The exhilaration of finishing a story is matched by seeing the cover for the book for the first time. Soon to be published with Team Author UK; finishing touches and date to be decided, Excitement mounts; well, mine at least.
Recently, I was interviewed on local radio about walking the pilgrimage route in Northern Spain. St. James’ Way, we call it in English, or El Camino de Santiago de Compostela in Spanish; often referred to for short as El Camino or The Way. I hope I remembered to mention the…
The beauty of the moon reimagined by the artist Lateefa Spiker is a captivating image. The silver moon looks embroidered and, rather than wax and wane, seems to unravel piece by piece. I’m lucky enough to have the artist’s permission to feature this on the cover of Honeymoon, my new, soon…
Went to see Michael Morpurgo talk about his latest book, Listen to the Moon, and glad we did, a master storyteller in the flesh as well as printed word. When he took questions from the packed audience consisting mostly or children, there were a couple of telling moments. Not only was he wonderful with them,…
Writing a book was high on the list of things to do before I die; so too was walking the Camino; doing both together, just happy accident. I didn’t know much about either before I set off but learned along the way. I’m still learning.
Over Christmas, a writer whose blog I follow wrote of ‘killing his darlings.’ It was moving in a disturbing sort of way. The ‘darlings’ were of course his own creation, his words, 60,000 of them. The decision to abort after investment of time and energy, to say nothing of creative juices, because…
We have heard that there is dancing in Agost, a small town in the hills above Alicante. The dance is to do with coming of age and harvesting oranges, from what we can glean, and has nothing to do with the industry that once made the town famous. Potters made…
