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A Day of Rocks and Rain (Ireland 2016)

A Day of Rocks and Rain (Ireland 2016)

Hahaha okay. In my last post I said I would be back “probably tomorrow” with more tales of my trip to Ireland… and that was three weeks ago. I had some technical trouble, then I was without WiFi for ten days, and then I was lacking in physical and mental strength to blog. Sorry about that. But here it is, long-awaited and possibly entirely forgotten about: part two. After our unexpectdly epic trek to Kilfenora, we decided to take it…

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Medievalist Miriam

Medievalist Miriam

And the internet said to Miriam, “Tell me the story of the Destruction of Da Derga’s Hostel in a way I’ve never heard it before.” And Miriam said, “Not difficult that, since you’ve never heard it at all. But is this the day for such a story?” The internet replied, “Yes.” “As in today?” The internet looked at Miriam and said, “It would be a poor poet who could not tell us the story of Da Derga’s Hostel.” “Yes, but…

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The Hero Of Your Own Story

The Hero Of Your Own Story

In this post I’m going to talk about a few people I know in the real world. I’ve avoided all names and major identifying features, but even so, if you’re one of the people in this post and you’re uncomfortable with being mentioned, please let me know and I’ll edit it. I realise not everyone is happy to be used to illustrate a point, and had I planned this better, I would have talked to you all beforehand. Recently I’ve…

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Haunting The Libraries

Haunting The Libraries

I haven’t been blogging very much recently largely because, in a very uncharacteristic manner, I’ve hardly been on my computer at all. I’ve retreated back to the sort of behaviours I exhibited before I discovered online communities and friends when I was thirteen — sitting around reading book after book, and hardly turning on the computer at all except when I need to look something up or send an email. Of course, I now have a smartphone which means I’m…

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Distracting Myself With Books

Distracting Myself With Books

Occasionally I do this thing where I just sort of read continuously. I’ll finish a book, maybe make a few passing remarks on Goodreads, and immediately start another one. Libraries, generous friends and book tokens become my favourite things. I did this in the summer of 2013, when I was dreading my AS results, and then once I had them, to distract myself from the fact that they weren’t what I’d hoped. Those who’ve been around that long will know…

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A White Blank Page

A White Blank Page

I always forget how many of the blogs I read are American until it reaches this time of year and every single post in my inbox starts with “this Thanksgiving weekend, I’m grateful for…“. Mind you, the same thing happens around Hallowe’en. Blogs are predictable as winter starts approaching: spooky posts, grateful posts, festive posts, resolution posts. That was an observation completely unrelated to this post, by the way. — I’ve always taken my writing seriously; in many ways, far…

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Poets Are Just Secrets Hookers

Poets Are Just Secrets Hookers

I’m a remarkably public person. I’m always talking about myself: my darkest secrets, my greatest fears. I reveal these parts of myself with impunity all over the internet, even when I can’t articulate them to people I know. The other day I was talking to John Hansen of the Teens Can Write Too! blog chain and discussing whether or not we’re public about the fact we’re writers. For him, it’s something he’ll advertise on the internet, but not in real…

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Stories Of Scandalous Shenanigans

Stories Of Scandalous Shenanigans

I am fascinated by writers. I’m not alone in this. Most writers or people who want to be writers are at least interested in the lives of other writers, which is why a lot of the people who read authors’ blogs are looking for writing advice and insights into their favourite authors’ processes. That’s what social media is for, isn’t it — communicating with your favourite writers? Twitter is like writer-bait. They’re everywhere. I read on somebody’s blog that they…

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Making Stories: Paris (2)

Making Stories: Paris (2)

Our second day in Paris dawned exactly as every other residential school trip dawns: to the sound of multiple alarms on different students’ phones being muffled by pillows, smothered with a sleepy hand, or abused violently by sleep-deprived teenagers desperate for another few minutes of peace. Or, if they belong to me, completely ignored as I slept through it entirely, waking up several minutes later when somebody else’s alarm went off. From there it continued with a disappointing breakfast and…

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People Are Like Stories

People Are Like Stories

Everything’s a story – I am a story – you are a story. (Frances Hodgsen Burnett, ‘A Little Princess’) In my life I have started many more stories than I have finished. That is true of us all. The chance meetings—we dismiss those as lonely couplets that are fleeting and complete, but maybe they’re the start of a whole poem that’s interrupted before it can finish. Maybe if we followed them all through to their ends, there would be novels…

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