Hey, I'm on this cooool blog today, called
LITERARY REJECTIONS ON DISPLAY
and my batty writer is nattering about how I got out there. Moi.
Ich bin ein BOOK!
However. For once she's saying stuff about learning to write before you call yourself an undiscovered genius. Pah and thrice pah!
I can write like a dream. In red crayon... I got a GOLD STAR from Miss Atkins last week. For writing my NAME with only one spelling mistake. So YA BOO SUCKS.
One day, far from BEING a book, I shall write one myself. And show you all how eeeeeeeeeeeeeasy peeeeeeeeasy it is.
And I shall do it in my News Book, in joined up writing. You wait. AND I bet I'll get another gold star.
Monday 30 June 2008
Sunday 29 June 2008
Mr Francis O'Connor
Well, I dunno. She hasn't even met the man, my batty writer, and she refers to him as Frank. I said it was rude, and she didn't reply.
Anyway. It seems that moi was considered for a prize in the name of Francis (see, I'm far more polite...) and I never made it...
But
and of course, this is all about moi, and my jumper, and my stories, and nothing about her at all...
But
we've been asked to go all the way over to the Frank O'Connor Festival, in September, and my batty writer will be reading out of moi! We're going for three whole days, and staying in a real hotel with rooms, and going on a plane, and things. And Frank is paying.
he must be a really nice man, thats all I can say, whether he is Francis or Frank. Who cares?
Oh, I am so pleased, cos I feel far more at home in Ireland than over here. So does she, actually... it will be our third visit this year.
if I can keep her off the Murphy's...
Anyway. It seems that moi was considered for a prize in the name of Francis (see, I'm far more polite...) and I never made it...
But
and of course, this is all about moi, and my jumper, and my stories, and nothing about her at all...
But
we've been asked to go all the way over to the Frank O'Connor Festival, in September, and my batty writer will be reading out of moi! We're going for three whole days, and staying in a real hotel with rooms, and going on a plane, and things. And Frank is paying.
he must be a really nice man, thats all I can say, whether he is Francis or Frank. Who cares?
Oh, I am so pleased, cos I feel far more at home in Ireland than over here. So does she, actually... it will be our third visit this year.
if I can keep her off the Murphy's...
Sunday 15 June 2008
NEEDLEMAKERS' LEWES READING PARTY!
My batty writer has written all about the party last Thursday on her other blog.
Anyone'd think it was SHE did all the work when it comes to reading out of moi. I tell you, she should give me some credit.
She said this:
What a brilliant occasion. Yesterday evening's readings in The Needlemakers' Cafe, Lewes (Janet Sutherland, Catherine Smith and me) performed to a sell out audience.
The cafe is a wonderful space, high brick ceiling, heavy wooden pillars. A massive curved back wall that we stood against to read.
Janet went first, reading her work with quiet authority. She read many poems from her recent collection Burning The Heartwood, and others from magazines previously published. There was gentleness, humour, poignancy, all woven into words I wanted to catch hold of and read myself. So I will!
Catherine came next. Her collection, Lip was the source of her readings - funny, witty and thought-provoking in equal measure. Another one to read later as well!
We then had a break, with drinks and tapas served by the cafe. And I read after the break, choosing the title story from Words From A Glass Bubble. It seemed to go down fine, people were very generous with their commments and natter afterwards. Lovely to see so many writers in the audience, and lovely to talk to writers before and after. Like the cafe was feeding us on all different levels!
Thanks to Matt at Skylark for organising this, for compering so well.
Anyone'd think it was SHE did all the work when it comes to reading out of moi. I tell you, she should give me some credit.
She said this:
What a brilliant occasion. Yesterday evening's readings in The Needlemakers' Cafe, Lewes (Janet Sutherland, Catherine Smith and me) performed to a sell out audience.
The cafe is a wonderful space, high brick ceiling, heavy wooden pillars. A massive curved back wall that we stood against to read.
Janet went first, reading her work with quiet authority. She read many poems from her recent collection Burning The Heartwood, and others from magazines previously published. There was gentleness, humour, poignancy, all woven into words I wanted to catch hold of and read myself. So I will!
Catherine came next. Her collection, Lip was the source of her readings - funny, witty and thought-provoking in equal measure. Another one to read later as well!We then had a break, with drinks and tapas served by the cafe. And I read after the break, choosing the title story from Words From A Glass Bubble. It seemed to go down fine, people were very generous with their commments and natter afterwards. Lovely to see so many writers in the audience, and lovely to talk to writers before and after. Like the cafe was feeding us on all different levels!
Thanks to Matt at Skylark for organising this, for compering so well.
Saturday 7 June 2008
SHORT FUSE, JULY
I am going to another party... my batty writer is reading Dodie's Gift at Short Fuse in Brighton on 17 July!
That will be a busy week...home from Ireland on 13th, reading at Stoke Newington Bookshop 14th, Short Fuse Brighton 17th.
Can a girl stand it, I ask?
That will be a busy week...home from Ireland on 13th, reading at Stoke Newington Bookshop 14th, Short Fuse Brighton 17th.
Can a girl stand it, I ask?
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