Not necessarily in a bussy way you understand. Let me explain...
As mentioned in the last post, I have taken the plunge and gone back to college full time for this year. I've sent the D'Oub babies to be brought up by other people and now spend most of my day drawing and painting.
|Art on book pages...nearly counts as writing?|
|A drawing I did based on a line from a book. Does this nearly count as writing?|
A short story.
Russian dolls of writing.
But, as luck* would have it all three of them have done well for me.
(Warning! Shameless boasting approaching!)
My story, 'Salt', was a runner up last autumn in the RTE Guide/ Penguin Ireland Short Story Competition. To be chosen in the top ten out of over a 1000 stories was a real confidence booster. (Maybe I can write after all??)
In October my poem 'Storm' (aka 'Us') was shortlisted for the Jonathan Swift Poetry Competition.
And about three weeks ago I got a phone call which I still can't quite believe - my novel has been picked for this years Irish Writers Centre Novel Fair!
I must go pinch myself again.
The big day is in about ten days. On Saturday 21st.
For those of you unfamiliar with the Novel Fair, it's sorta like literary speed dating. 12 unpublished novels are picked and the authors are locked in a room (well, not actually locked) with a ton of agents and publishers. It's been running for four years and each year has seen a number of the lucky finalist end up with an actual, published, proper book on their hands.
That's the dream, isn't it!
|My husband if he has to hear one more thing about my book!|
I am excited and terrified in equal measure and hopefully on the 21st I'll do my novel justice.
I'll keep you posted. But right now, I better go do more prep for the day.
I think college will be getting stick figures for the foreseeable future :)
*that old chestnut perhaps? - "The harder I work, the luckier I get.-Samuel Goldwyn"