Monthly Archives: November 2013

A writer’s Rosary Beads

Our Writing

Stuck in our heads

Hallowed be thy transcription.

Thy pages come

Thy printing be done

On paper as it is in our minds.

Give us this day our daily scripples

And forgive us our trespasses into cliche

As we forgive those who trespass into cliche against us

And lead us not into the realm of the hackneyed,

But forgive us our writing sins

Amen

 

 

Hail Authors

Full of Skill

The Words be with thee

Blessed are thou among the slush pile

And Blessed is the fruit of thy printer.

Holy Writer

Mother of our words,

Pray to gather readers,

Now and on the last page,

Amen

 

Glory be to those who are published; as they first lick their pencil, is now and will be via translation, world without end, amen.

When I write.

The alarm goes at 6am, and I slip down to turn on the computer, and put in the password. By the time I shower, dress, and come back downstairs, it will be powered up and ready to go.

And away we go.

I have everything plotted out, so I know exactly what the scene/chapter will be. That leads to almost a manic typing that has lead to 1500 words, in one session, in half an hour.

And in half an hour, that’s it. Done. Out the door to the bus, work and my daily life. Until the next morning. It hides away, like an alter ego in my closet, until the next time I turn the computer on, and let the voices flow.

A Suggestion and a plan.

So I recently had a little bit of media exposure regarding The Stone, and the coincidence that exists regarding Paddy Shaw’s painting. If you like, you can see it here.

My father-in-law saw it Sunday, and said that really I should capitalise on the exposure it generates. The fact is that I do have an idea for a series of novels, a series that would take years to compete. The idea of starting it almost makes me exhausted, because I can’t imagine ever finishing it.

Diane Nyad isn’t in it.

But the reality of the situation is that nothing comes easy. Nothing. It takes a real effort, one that makes things hard, to change situations. 

It looks like things might be changing.  Maybe. Just maybe.

All Souls Day.

For all the lovely souls who have left us. Here in Ireland, the 1st of November is the day we remember all those we love who are no longer with us. The two people I always miss are my Granddad and my Mum. They were both lovely people and made the world better just by being in it. They are very much missed.

Grandad & Mum