Friday, September 29, 2017

Being Busy and Molly Keane



Life has been very busy lately. In May I finished up a three year stint back in college. It was a fantastic experience, but exhausting. I remember when I was 18 and my first college experience, I had all the time in the world. This time, there were four kids, a very understanding husband and a book to be written. All at the same time. So, while it's nearly October now, I still haven't quite recovered! But in the middle of all the stress of final projects, there was a lovely treat when I learned that my short story "Perhaps The Flames" had won the Molly Keane Short Story competition. It was a complete honour. And though I had an acute attack of imposter syndrome - really, me? The winner? Never! - the day down in Lismore where I got to read my story and was present with my prize, was a wonderful experience. Many thanks to the lovely people of Lismore and the Waterford County Council Arts Office.

Monday, September 25, 2017

Emer The Emerging Writer


Here at last, by popular demand, the first three "Emer The Emerging Writer" comic strips, all together, in one place!

(Don't forget to click to enlarge the strips)






Accidentally Hitting Send




























The Book Launch





























Agent Woes



























Watch this space for her further adventures :)

Monday, February 15, 2016

Making Time...ha!

It's all about making time. That's what they say. If you rally want to write, you've just got to carve out the time. Get up at 6am. Scribble during your lunch break. Etc...etc.

But really, you can't actually make time. It's not possible. There are 24 hours in the day and nothing you do is ever going to change that.

And my 24 hours are very packed. There's college. And the kids. And a house to keep slightly tidy so social services don't visit and take the kids away (though that would free up a lot of time to write...) There is the husband who inexplicably likes to see me occasionally. I have friends. Well, I had friends...I do hope they'll still be there when life is less mad. And sleep. I do like to get more than 2 hours sleep a night. I'm lazy like that.


So, when to write? As I may have mentioned before, I have no college on a Monday, and I get to throw a few words on the page then. But not always. Because sometimes you just have to stop and take a rest. Before your body does that for you involuntarily.

Where else can I carve out some time? When I'm on the loo? When stopped at traffic lights? Don't go to bed one night a week?

Because the alternative is to just not write at all. And that is unthinkable.

While I may only produce a tiny word count of a handful of words a week, at least they are being produced. And maybe I do need to look again at my 24 hours and find the tiny gaps where words could be squeezed in. Just take a big breath in, suck in the guts, and slip those sentences through.

It can be done!



Monday, February 8, 2016

This is a Tad Rambly

The perils of dodgy wi-fi.

I took full advantage of last Novembers inaugural NaWriSoMo - National Write Something Month. I wrote reams! Well, a few bits'n'pieces. So, why has this blog been tumble-weedy? Well, dodgy wi-fi. Never got to upload them. But, you can trust me, the stuff what I wrote, was magic. Gold.

So, what does 2016 hold? Lots of good things are in the offing. I can feel it in my bones. I just need to get college finished. Then it's back to full time writing. I'm really missing my writing time. Monday mornings, until about lunchtime is the only space in my week for writing. It's too little. I want to - in fact need to - immerse myself in my fictional worlds. If I don't, well, the writing isn't what it could be. And that just isn't good enough.

Right, this is a tad rambly. I can't imagine this post is going to inspire anyone in paticular. But it has served two purposes - a) I'm back online and b) It's put off that difficult moment where I have to actually put words on paper of my new novel. It's a bloody mountain. But, I guess as the saying goes, the longest journey starts with the first step. I guess I better set out then...

So, until I'm back, here are some pieces of art I have been doing in college, which has been keeping me from my writing!

Character Development






Self-Portraits







Characatures (Grayson Perry as Claire)



Okay, till next time!

Monday, November 2, 2015

NaWriSoMo



Blogging. Does anyone even read blogs anymore? It’s all Twitter and Facebook and Instagram these days. But I still like the idea of blog, even if I’m not that diligent with posting. Like, how can you really, properly pontificate in 140 characters? I don’t want to apply a filter to my thoughts. And as for Facebook? What if you’re not my ‘friend’, you won’t get to see what brilliant things I have to say.

So blogging it is then.

But what to blog about. Well, I’m trying to write again. It’s hard. There are the kids, and the husband and the full time college course. And the need to sleep occasionally.

So, a plan.

The wonderful @abitinclined and I have decided we needed a plan. And brilliant creatures that we are, we have come up with one. We are to meet, once a week at The Orchard Café, in Celbridge, from about 11am.





And what shall we write about? This depends. Today, I am just writing this blog. But I also want to keep plugging away at the preparation of my totes brilliant new novel. But what about @abitinclined? We had a bit of discussion. What are our writing goals? I recounted how my novel, ‘The Dead Ringer’, picked as a finalist for the IWC Novel Fair, had started life as a piece of flash fiction. (300 words to 75,000!) And, my short story ‘Salt’, runner up in the RTE Guide/Penguin Ireland 2014 competion, also began as a 200 word musing. So, I set @abitinclined a challenge –

I folded up a number of bits of paper with a profession, a person, an emotion, an incident written on them. And then I wrote another set with the same criteria. Using these prompts, she is writing a flash piece! I can’t wait to see how it turns out. And I believe, if she’s happy with it, that she will post it to her blog abitinclined.blogspot.com.


The idea is that the pair of us get writing. Every Monday we get something down on paper. And maybe it’s a little cheat of me this morning to just be writing about getting writing. But still. It’s a post, isn’t it?


Ps Come join us writing at the Orchard this November – it might not be quite NaNoWriMo, but we can call it NaWriSoMo (National Writing Something Month!)

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Been having a bit of fun with a little cartoon strip.

Click to enlarge.

Thursday, June 4, 2015

And How Do You Do It?


So it seems I'm in a groove whereby I blog about writerly stuff I've read in the paper. Last post was about the wonderful Sarah Baume, and today it's about this interesting article wot I read in the Irish Times a weekend or so ago -"The writing ritual: from blank page to Booker contender"   Perhaps this blog should be renamed - Tríona Reacts!

Writing rituals. 

I devoured this article... would their routines be like mine? Would they have a secret that I could copy and therefore unlock heretofore unprecedented productivity? It was quite exciting. In the end it was mainly a lot of talk about rewards of tea and toast.

And seeing as I do that already, it wasn't much help.

But I still find the whole subject of how writers write fascinating. 

I have a bit of a JK Rowling thing going on. I go to this fabulous cafe that is just down the road from my youngest child's preschool. I drop her off, I go to this cafe, I steal their electricity and I write for three hours until my child has been sufficiently educated for the day. The cafe staff ask me how the book is going and I get to act all writerly and pretentious. I drink far too much coffee. Then I pick child up again and go home to the mess and the chaos and the mess...

I have a problems now though. School is out for summer very soon. No lovely cafe, no three lovely hours of writing. I'm going to have to write at home. With four noisy galoots. And all their noisy friends. Bah. 

There was a time when I could write at the kitchen table, with them crawling around at my feet. I was able to block out the sound of Barney the Dinosaur and immerse myself in whatever fiction I was creating. Not anymore.  They're just too big and I'm just too old to do it anymore. Now I need (relative) quiet.

So, what's the plan?

Well, it looks like long suffering hubby is going to be a bit more suffery. He's getting kicked out of the study. He's getting a desk in the bedroom (sure he already sleeps there, why not work there too, sounds great...) and I'm taking over the study. The littlest children will be allowed in, cause they're quieter than the big lads, and so I will still get to write (and paint. Don't forget my ART!) 

While I won't get to float around my cafe being writerly, at least I won't have to stop writing and we won't go bankrupt from all the lattes I've been buying. (Hubby could have turned into a Golum type creature before September comes round again though. But it's a chance I'm willing to take.)

What are your rituals?? Tell me all :)