I love to read, but that doesn’t mean I love to read everything. In my lifetime I’ve read more books than I can count, but there are many that I’ve started and not finished. When I was younger I used to think it was a cardinal sin to being reading a novel and not finish it, but as an adult I see it a bit differently.
I’m going to start this blog off with a little story about an experience I had while on a family trip to Europe in late 2015. I found myself walking through the Dublin airport, about to fly to Paris. I’d been wandering through the duty-free section of the airport when I realised my flight had been called. I began to make my way towards my gate, backpack swung over my shoulder. I was still a distance from my departure gate when a man walked straight into me. The collision caused me to drop my backpack, the contents of which sprawled across the airport floor. Here is probably the place to mention that I don’t pack lightly, in my bag I had four novels amid the bevy of travel necessities I had squeezed into the over-flowing carry-on. The man that walked into me stood above me and watched as I scrambled to shove my belongings back into my bag, he even laughed when a passing traveller stepped on my beautiful cloth-cover copy of Lousia May Alcott’s Little Women. As you can imagine, I was pissed. I planned to stand up and walk away without a word to this rude man, but he obviously had a different idea. As I stood up he grabbed my arm and said ‘Smile, Love’. I shook my arm loose and stalked away (using all my willpower to stop myself from shouting at a stranger in the airport), as I retreated the man continued to yell, saying; ‘Smile! Your face won’t fall off! [Read more…]
We all have those friends on social media that have the digital equivalent of verbal diarrhoea. It’s generally around the holiday period that these friends come out of the woodwork, posting a barrage of ‘from where you’d rather be’ images, attempting to smear their holiday in your face. When I receive this onslaught of newsfeed clogging Instagram and Facebook posts and Snapchats I start to wonder how much fun these friends are actually having.
It seems these days that as soon as I set myself a writing goal I’m unable to meet it. 2016 being the first year that I’m out of University I decided to take the opportunity to really get into my writing. I researched a bunch of competitions and devised a schedule for my blog. Then I sat down and lined up all the story ideas I’d been working on and placed them with the writing competitions that most suited the idea. After that, all that was left to do was write. I had my first idea for a competition all lined up, a story I had been devising since late 2015. I was excited to get into this piece; at 2000 words it should have been something I was able to bang out pretty quickly. The story is now due in three days and I’ve only just broken the 500 word mark.
As I approached my University degree, older friends, family members and teachers constantly informed me that the coming years would be the ‘best of my life’, that I should look towards my time at University excitedly, because it would be an experience like no other.
Recently, my Mother bought me a copy of the November issue of Women’s Weekly, as there was a headline on the front of the magazine she thought would be of interest to me. The article was titled ‘Battling Chronic Skin Conditions’, but the front strapline said ‘Breakthrough: Eczema and Psoriasis Cures’. I have chronic eczema, and have done my entire life. In the last two years my condition has gotten more severe, and I have become more desperate for a way to control or even eradicate it completely. So, naturally I was pretty keen to read an article that boasted of a cure.
We’ve all been told time and time again to never judge a book by its cover, but this is a practice which I simply can’t follow. To me, the cover of a book is almost as important as its contents; the cover should give you a sense, a feeling of what’s to come. It should fill you will hope, despair or excitement. A cover should be a peek at the soul of the book, of its tone and message. A cover is there to set your expectation, and if a cover is sub-par, then you can probably assume the book is too.
It is once again the time of year where we are forced to adorn heinous costumes and down copious amounts of alcohol in celebration of a holiday whose origin and purpose I still don’t quite understand… This year, I have a prospect of an exciting party that I actually want to attend, and given that it falls a week before Halloween, costume is mandatory.
I tend to think of myself as an exclusively short story writer. I’ve dabbled in screenplays and obviously write the occasional blog, but in terms of my creative writing endeavours I always write short stories.