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May 7, 2019

Another Kiltumper Writing Workshop with Niall Williams

Nine writers from Ireland, the UK, and Australia found their way to County Clare on the May Bank Holiday Weekend. It’s a bit like finding Brigadoon. No road signs only landmarks. The small shed with the red tin roof, the fork in the road, the long slow upward hill… Three full on days of workshopping their writing with Niall and lunches back here in Kiltumper each day. We’ve yet to host a workshop without everyone not wanting the weekend to end, but going away happy after that final cup of tea and brownies and short bread and some biscuits called Tim Toms which the Australian writer brought with her.





Lunch at Chez Williams’



Workshops are a thing we do twice a year, in late spring and in autumn. Niall is not only a natural born storyteller but also a wonderful teacher, and the workshops give him an opportunity to share what he has learned after nine novels. (I’m head chef, sous chef, chief bottle washer, and organiser. And answer any questions about my own experience with the publishing world. )





We meet writers from around the world and for three days they share in the life that Niall and I have created here. Now that everyone has gone, taking the bank holiday’s stunning sunshine with them, it’s back to writing (we’re working on a screen play for a television series) and back to the garden… If we hold another workshop it will be around Halloween 2019. Meanwhile Niall has a new novel out in September: This Is Happiness









The front garden in late April
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Published on May 07, 2019 03:24

April 18, 2018

Her Name is Rose – Feature Film Treatment

Early morning in Annamaghkerrig at the Tyrone Guthrie Centre

Two weeks in Annamaghkerrig at the Tyrone Guthrie Centre in Co. Monaghan in the pink, Lady Guthrie’s room overlooking the lake…What did I do for two weeks while waiting for TWO BLUE MOONS to find its home? I wrote the feature film treatment for my first novel  HER NAME IS ROSE (had been optioned for 14 months with Company Pictures but as a 3 part TV serial, now it’s a feature film project). It’s being pitched as I write.  Could be a game changer. Will be a game changer. And, I copyedited a writer’s second novel. As a writer, it’s so useful to copyedit someone else’s novel. It’s an honour to be let into the world of another novelist. Thank you, Brian.


A sidenote to any editors reading this. A track record? Imagine . . . you’ve turned 60, you’ve written a novel, you’ve just found out you have Stage 3 Cancer . . .  And, you as the writer are held responsible for the track record of your debut novel? How does that work? Why is it always the novelist and not the publisher? Anyway, it is what it is.


Writers write. Just saying….


 

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Published on April 18, 2018 11:19

October 3, 2017

Second Novel Finished

The Year of Two Blue Moons is finished….


You work yourself into a frenzy, you live: eat, sleep, dream with and about your characters and then one day they’re gone. Off to another reader. To an agent perhaps if you’re lucky enough to have one and then you wait. And hope. And hope some more that the agent will like it as much as you do.


The letting go of your characters is harder than I thought, this time around.


What is it about? The Year of Two Blue Moons is  a contemporary novel set on an island off the coast of New England with some of the action taking place in  New York.  Its main character is Ally Winmann, single, 42, a healer, who’s desperate to have a child.


Her own family have been broken apart by tragedies leaving her estranged from her father, Josiah, a NYC lawyer.

By the end of the first chapter a surprise visitor will trigger an explosion of the cocoon she’d been building around her life and send her on a journey where she will have to heal the past.


My better half, novelist, Niall Williams, says, The Year of Two Blue Moons is a novel


Okay these aren’t blue but I spotted them in a London shop window last week. Auspicious.

about family, American family, the messiest kind. It’s about an afternoon in June that shatters a privileged youth. It’s about accidents and chance. It’s about a woman who craves to make her own family, and a brother who almost destroys his. It’s about escaping to an island, and a nephew who comes to find the missing part of his family. It’s about a healer who has to learn how to heal the past.




It’s the most true and emotional thing I’ve written. These are real people with big awkward messy complicated relationships, which, in real life I know something about. It’s also about death and loss and grief and guilt and birth, and ultimately, joy.

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Published on October 03, 2017 02:00

June 27, 2017

Good News

Company Pictures have re-optioned Her Name is Rose as a possible 3-Part television series. Niall Williams has written a screen treatment and the project is making the rounds in the UK & US.



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Published on June 27, 2017 06:36

April 12, 2017

Two Blue Moons: The Beginning

Breathe.


Blue. Brown. Breath. White. Brown. Breath. Green. Brown.


Fifty strokes out to the cool center of the lagoon. Spearing the water in perfect rhythm like a metronome, one hand after the other. Spearing like forked arrows. Each cupped palm diving, pulling her forward.


Counting strokes. Alternating breaths. Then, green blue white brown. Mouth a crooked OH as her chin turns to suck in the air now blue. Left right left right. Now white. Now green. Counting backward from nine and down again. Opening her eyes  under water she only sees the brown of the lagoon. When she reaches her destination – the dead center – she stops. Her legs hang down to where the sun hasn’t penetrated, where the water numbs her legs.


Treading water, quivering, she turns, flips around fish-like. Her body remembering its turning because a body holds a memory — a memory she’s held from countless turns in swimming pools. Here, she turns without a wall to guide her, tumbles like a seashell rolling in a wave and swims fifty strokes back, concentrating only on each stroke, each breath, each kick propelling her. Only that. Her body moving.


Eight . . . Nothing matters. Everything matters. Listen to your body. She is emptying her mind.


Cupping. Diving. Pulling. Kicking. Focusing on the centerline of her spine. Straight, keeping her hips from turning. Not thinking but feeling cold stiffen her hands. Four . . . ThreeTwo . . . One . . .. She counts once again down from ten. And swims. Breathes to the right. And to the left. Her mouth twists to catch only air. She strokes ten more laps. Water flowing, soothing. Making her feel flexible, weightless, free.


She’s finished.


She always feels that she’s left something behind when she comes out of the water. And she turns back to see just the shrub oak leaves on the horizon forming a pattern against the sky. A language of their own. She listens to the leaves rustle. She is going to be late for her next patient. A man with cancer, losing his hair. Cancer frightens her. It’s so fucking random.


She stands in the shallow, sandy edge of the tidal pond. Loosening her arms and circling wide in a kind of Qi Gong posture she calls Scattering the Debris. Eyes closed she imagines the flotsam and jetsam of abandoned rubbish pooling in clumps after a storm. She circles her arms and her hands move aside the waxy plastic shopping bags, a blue rope, bird feathers, a clear plastic baby’s bottle, a girl’s  orange nylon bathing suit, a green Frisbee. Thigh-high in the water, moving her arms, clearing a space, dismantling the debris. She stands one moment longer. Breathes and counts, and leaves the lagoon.


There are two things in life she wants to be good at. One is swimming.



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Published on April 12, 2017 08:26

December 23, 2016

Year of Two Blue Moons: The Beginning

Breathe.


Blue. Brown. Breath. White. Brown. Breath. Green. Brown.


Fifty strokes out to the cool center of the lagoon. Spearing the water in perfect rhythm like a metronome, one hand after the other. Spearing like forked arrows. Each cupped palm diving, pulling her forward.


Counting strokes. Alternating breaths. Then, green blue white brown. Mouth a crooked OH as her chin turns to suck in the air now blue. Left right left right. Now white. Now green. Counting backward from nine and down again. Opening her eyes she only sees the brown of the lagoon. When she reaches her destination – the dead center – she stops. Her legs hang down to where the sun hasn’t penetrated, where the water numbs her legs.


Treading water, quivering like a fish, she turns, flips around. Her body remembering its turning, a memory the body holds, a memory she’s held from countless turns in swimming pools. Here, she turns without a wall to guide her, tumbles like a ball and swims fifty strokes back, concentrating only on each stroke, each breath, each kick propelling her. Only that. Her body moving.


Eight . . . Nothing matters: She is emptying her mind.


Cupping. Diving. Pulling. Kicking. Focusing on the centerline of her spine. Straight, keeping her hips from turning. Thinking how cold her hands are. Four . . . ThreeTwo . . . One . . .. She counts once again down from ten. And swims. She breathes to the right. And to the left. Her mouth twists to catch only air. She strokes ten more laps. Water flowing, soothing. Making her feel flexible, weightless, free.


She always feels that she’s left something behind her when she comes out of the water. And she turns away. The shrub oak leaves make a pattern against the sky. She is going to be late for her next patient. A man with cancer, losing his hair.


She stands in the shallow, sandy edge of the tidal pond. Loosening her arms and circling wide in a kind of Qi Gong posture she calls Scattering the Debris. Eyes closed she imagines the flotsam and jetsam of abandoned rubbish pooling in clumps after a storm. Plastic shopping bags, blue rope, bird feathers, a floating baby’s plastic bottle, an orange child’s bathing suit, a green Frisbee. Thigh-high in the water, moving her arms, clearing a space, dismantling the debris. She stands one moment longer. Breathes and counts, and leaves the lagoon.


There are two things in life she wants to be good at. One is swimming.



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July 27, 2016

Publication Day Interview for Paperback Edition of Her Name is Rose

Fellow Prime Writer, and novelist, Louise Beech, interviewed me about writing and music and family and the US trade paperback publication of HER NAME IS ROSE. Here’s the interview from the prime writers website.


Paper edition of Her Name is Rose

Louise Beech:

Christine, I absolutely adored Her Name is Rose.  It was like a gorgeous lyrical piece of music, with language so rich and descript it put me in the heads and homes of your characters.  I desperately wanted Iris to be well, and I was with her every step of the journey to fulfil the promise to her husband, and give the ultimate gift to her daughter.


Tell me how much of your own life influenced the many themes in the book?


Christine Breen:

Thank you, Louise. As a debut novelist of a certain age, it would be a challenge not to use some of my life experience. Like Iris, I love gardening so I do share that with my character. And both of my children grew up playing music so the music theme seemed natural fit. I used to wonder what would happen to my children if something were to happen to my husband and me. Our families are scattered across the globe and I thought: who would mind them?  That was one of the inspirations for writing the novel. As for the cancer aspect, at the time of writing I didn’t know I was living with a tumour. So that was not rehearsed as they say. Fortunately, a year later I’m cancer free.


Louise:

You have a master’s in Irish Literature and I wonder how much of what you learned influenced the poetry of your writing.  I loved the meaning of certain birds being seen, the references to omens and dreams, and the reason Rose had her name.  Who are your favourite Irish writers?  (You’re officially one of mine, if only because you live there now!)


Christine:

I think what makes a writer great is the balance of being a good storyteller and being an artist with words. Many Irish writers seem to have that balance. They’re born storytellers and lyricists. I like John Banville, especially his Revolutions Trilogy. Sebastian Barry and Anne Enright are two others, but there are so many new young writers and I have them all on my must read list.  And, I have to admit to a certain fondest for my husband, Niall Williams whose History of the Rain is a terrific Irish novel with a wonderful story and a lyrical telling. Unfortunately, I’m not Irish, except by extension (my paternal grandparents were Irish and Niall is Irish) but I continually aspire to being a good storyteller and a better writer.


Louise:

Do you play music yourself?


Christine in NY for the book launch Christine in NY for the book launch

Christine:

Piano and guitar, but poorly.


Louise:

How long did the book take to write?


Christine:

Two years.


Louise:

Do you have a particular place where you write, or prefer a particular time of day?


Christine:

I write in several places in our house but I can write anywhere and anytime. I’m not terribly disciplined but I’m working on that. : )


Louise:

What challenges did you find when writing a book exploring so many emotional family themes?  How much research did you have to do?


248887_514997601853288_511191129_nChristine’s Garden

Christine:

I researched what it might be like for a birth parent to search for a birth child. And at times it was an emotional release to explore my own feelings about adoption. Family is the most important theme to me. (Good thing it has endless dimensions and there will always be plenty to write about.)  I researched about classical music masterclasses and the making of violins. I used to work in a garden nursery so I know a lot about that and used my knowledge for Iris’s sake. I’ve lived in NY and Boston and Dublin and London so I didn’t need to research locations.


Louise:

I found the ending to Her Name is Rose to be a surprise, not what I expected, but in the most perfect way.  Did you know the full outline of the book when you started it?


Christine:

No. I didn’t know how exactly how I was going to get from A to Z but I knew what and where A was and what and where Z was.  You often hear writers say that they don’t know what’s going to happen until the characters speak. In my case, one morning in the novel when Iris was sitting down to breakfast in a Boston guesthouse there was another guest having breakfast. It was almost as if I didn’t put him there.  He just appeared. He became Hector the jazz pianist who falls in love with Iris. But I always knew Rose was at the centre of the novel and that everyone in her life would work, eventually, towards her best interests.


Louise:

I adored Iris.  Did you have a favourite character?


Christine:

Thank you Louise.  I actually quite love Rowan. But he is based on my brother who passed away so perhaps that is why.


Louise Beech Louise Beech

Louise:

Tell me about your journey to publication with the book.


Christine:

I was shy about looking for an agent because I thought I was too old. Not quite 60 at the time. I submitted it to two agents and both said they would represent me so that was encouraging. But in the way of these things my novel didn’t get a UK publisher but was sold instead to the US and eventually Poland and Turkey. Hope Dellon was the editor at St. Martin’s Press who asked all the right questions and prompted me to find the answers to make it a better book.


Louise:

Are you working on something else now?  I can’t wait to read your next book.


Christine:

I am working on a second novel. It’s about a woman who is a homeopath and she’s in love with a man, an artist, who doesn’t want children. But she does. One day a young man comes to her door. It’s the nephew of her dead brother. So I’m writing about how families come together in different arrangements. You may have to wait a while to read it… but I’ll keep you posted. Thank you for the excellent questions, Louise! And, good luck with The Mountain in My Shoe!



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Published on July 27, 2016 02:30

Publication Day Interview with Louise Beech for Her Name is Rose

Fellow Prime Writer, and novelist, Louise Beech, interviewed me about writing and music and family and the US trade paperback publication of HER NAME IS ROSE. Here’s the interview from the prime writers website.


Paper edition of Her Name is Rose

Louise Beech:

Christine, I absolutely adored Her Name is Rose.  It was like a gorgeous lyrical piece of music, with language so rich and descript it put me in the heads and homes of your characters.  I desperately wanted Iris to be well, and I was with her every step of the journey to fulfil the promise to her husband, and give the ultimate gift to her daughter.


Tell me how much of your own life influenced the many themes in the book?


Christine Breen:

Thank you, Louise. As a debut novelist of a certain age, it would be a challenge not to use some of my life experience. Like Iris, I love gardening so I do share that with my character. And both of my children grew up playing music so the music theme seemed natural fit. I used to wonder what would happen to my children if something were to happen to my husband and me. Our families are scattered across the globe and I thought: who would mind them?  That was one of the inspirations for writing the novel. As for the cancer aspect, at the time of writing I didn’t know I was living with a tumour. So that was not rehearsed as they say. Fortunately, a year later I’m cancer free.


Louise:

You have a master’s in Irish Literature and I wonder how much of what you learned influenced the poetry of your writing.  I loved the meaning of certain birds being seen, the references to omens and dreams, and the reason Rose had her name.  Who are your favourite Irish writers?  (You’re officially one of mine, if only because you live there now!)


Christine:

I think what makes a writer great is the balance of being a good storyteller and being an artist with words. Many Irish writers seem to have that balance. They’re born storytellers and lyricists. I like John Banville, especially his Revolutions Trilogy. Sebastian Barry and Anne Enright are two others, but there are so many new young writers and I have them all on my must read list.  And, I have to admit to a certain fondest for my husband, Niall Williams whose History of the Rain is a terrific Irish novel with a wonderful story and a lyrical telling. Unfortunately, I’m not Irish, except by extension (my paternal grandparents were Irish and Niall is Irish) but I continually aspire to being a good storyteller and a better writer.


Louise:

Do you play music yourself?


Christine in NY for the book launch Christine in NY for the book launch

Christine:

Piano and guitar, but poorly.


Louise:

How long did the book take to write?


Christine:

Two years.


Louise:

Do you have a particular place where you write, or prefer a particular time of day?


Christine:

I write in several places in our house but I can write anywhere and anytime. I’m not terribly disciplined but I’m working on that. : )


Louise:

What challenges did you find when writing a book exploring so many emotional family themes?  How much research did you have to do?


248887_514997601853288_511191129_nChristine’s Garden

Christine:

I researched what it might be like for a birth parent to search for a birth child. And at times it was an emotional release to explore my own feelings about adoption. Family is the most important theme to me. (Good thing it has endless dimensions and there will always be plenty to write about.)  I researched about classical music masterclasses and the making of violins. I used to work in a garden nursery so I know a lot about that and used my knowledge for Iris’s sake. I’ve lived in NY and Boston and Dublin and London so I didn’t need to research locations.


Louise:

I found the ending to Her Name is Rose to be a surprise, not what I expected, but in the most perfect way.  Did you know the full outline of the book when you started it?


Christine:

No. I didn’t know how exactly how I was going to get from A to Z but I knew what and where A was and what and where Z was.  You often hear writers say that they don’t know what’s going to happen until the characters speak. In my case, one morning in the novel when Iris was sitting down to breakfast in a Boston guesthouse there was another guest having breakfast. It was almost as if I didn’t put him there.  He just appeared. He became Hector the jazz pianist who falls in love with Iris. But I always knew Rose was at the centre of the novel and that everyone in her life would work, eventually, towards her best interests.


Louise:

I adored Iris.  Did you have a favourite character?


Christine:

Thank you Louise.  I actually quite love Rowan. But he is based on my brother who passed away so perhaps that is why.


Louise Beech Louise Beech

Louise:

Tell me about your journey to publication with the book.


Christine:

I was shy about looking for an agent because I thought I was too old. Not quite 60 at the time. I submitted it to two agents and both said they would represent me so that was encouraging. But in the way of these things my novel didn’t get a UK publisher but was sold instead to the US and eventually Poland and Turkey. Hope Dellon was the editor at St. Martin’s Press who asked all the right questions and prompted me to find the answers to make it a better book.


Louise:

Are you working on something else now?  I can’t wait to read your next book.


Christine:

I am working on a second novel. It’s about a woman who is a homeopath and she’s in love with a man, an artist, who doesn’t want children. But she does. One day a young man comes to her door. It’s the nephew of her dead brother. So I’m writing about how families come together in different arrangements. You may have to wait a while to read it… but I’ll keep you posted. Thank you for the excellent questions, Louise! And, good luck with The Mountain in My Shoe!



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Published on July 27, 2016 02:30

March 17, 2016

St. Patrick’s Day Musings from Kiltumper

It was inevitable that I would end up living and writing in Ireland. It was kismet. I’ve had a handful of literary awakenings throughout my life — all of them involving Ireland. My first awakening was as a ‘Junior Year Abroad’ student from Boston studying at The School of Irish Studies in Dublin. This was in 1975. Who among those 20-odd, 21-year-old Americans will forget Professor Jim Mayes’s final exam question on Joyce? “Perfume of embraces all him assailed. With hungered flesh obscurely, he mutely craved to adore.”  Discuss! Somewhat mutely, I passed. My second awakening came 5 years later when I returned to Dublin to do a Master’s in Anglo-Irish literature. From Molly Keane to Samuel Beckett. From Elizabeth Bowen to George Moore. From Maria Edgeworth to James Joyce. I did my master’s thesis on an Irish writer not well known at the time, John Banville, who went on to win the Man Booker Prize in 2005. My third awakening followed soon after when I fell in love with a writer, a Dubliner. Between the jigs and the reels, and as luck would have it, we eventually moved into a rustic and vacant cottage in the west of Ireland where my grandfather had been born. The last Breen had left 5 years before we moved in.


IMG_6296In this quiet, rural place in west Clare I have lived for 30 years. Raised my children, and untangled a garden. I’ve learned about cows and hens and horses, and muck and rushes and couch grass, and rain and wind that steals your breath. This quiet place has demanded a survival of self-exploration and examination and expression, and, finally, after making a family, and a garden, and co authoring four non-fiction books, this expression eventually evolved into a novel. My debut, Her Name is Rose, was accepted for publication in the US during the same year that my husband, Niall Williams, was long-listed for his novel History of the Rain for the Man Booker Prize. Luck of the Irish cuts both ways and this time we were lucky. For luck is surely involved, it catapults the hard work above the parapet.


In Kiltumper, where we live, there are no cafes where we might meet a fellow writer. There are no launches or bookstore readings. Very few invitations arrive in the post-box at the bottom of the garden and when they do the invitations are for events in Dublin or London, a world away from here. It’s like we’re an island on an island. An island marked off by crossroads and townlands with names like Kiltumper and Clongiulane and Greygrove and Cahermurphy. So in our green quiet we continue to write and garden. My husband is writing screenplays and working on his tenth novel. My second novel is in the works and although the year of my debut, 2015, was challenged with cancer from which I am recovering, my next novel continues to evolve, albeit slowly. The first quarter of 2016 has dropped into the post-box at the bottom of the crooked path a Polish edition and a Turkish edition of Her Name is Rose and in a few weeks I will take up a two-week writing residency at the Tyrone Guthrie Centre in Annamaghkerrig, County Monaghan to continue writing the new novel, Two Blue Moons.


In this leap year, there’s a half moon rising on St. Patrick’s Eve. May the luck of Irish may well be upon us…all.


O Come Ye Back to Ireland — the first of the Kiltumper books is available as an ebook.



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Published on March 17, 2016 02:22

September 11, 2015

Returning to the River

I finished writing ‘Her Name is Rose’, in the summer of 2013. It was published in New York this past April, 2015 two days after I turned 61. I’m what the industry calls a late bloomer, and although it feels as if I’ve lived a few life times, I am not really a late bloomer at all. I’m just having a second flush. A bit like a delphinium in early summer. Give her a little fertiliser, cut her back, and she blooms again in September. This time I’m blooming as a debut novelist.Kiltumper Delphinium


To complete a novel, have it published, and reach book stores is achievement at any age. There are many hurdles to leap. It takes stamina, self-belief, somewhat of a thick skin, and a good bit of luck. Consider the journey of the salmon. It’s a miracle.


In my own case, a book deal with a major publishing house in New York came within a year of the novel’s completion. A Polish publisher is bringing it out next spring and it will also appear in Turkey sometime in 2016. I had hoped it would be picked up by a UK or Irish publisher. But to date it hasn’t which is more than curious to me as ‘Her Name is Rose’ is about an Irish widowed mother, a garden journalist living in the west of Ireland and facing a health scare. She goes in search of her adopted daughter’s birth mother. It’s a journey that takes her to Boston and back to the west of Ireland. The publishers, Saint Martin’s Press, likened it to Maeve Binchy, but I’m afraid it’s not like the great Maeve. Nor is it a thriller or speculative fiction or a murder mystery. It’s a story, just a story about hope and heart and what do you do when the plot of life takes a turn for the worst. In a starred review ‘Publishers Weekly’ said “Breen’s characters immediately invite the reader to go on a heartwrenching journey that’s enhanced by her skillful plotting and authentic, lyrical descriptions… A moving first novel.”


Her Name is Rose sitting beside Bertolt Brecht and Maeve Brennan Her Name is Rose sitting beside Bertolt Brecht and Maeve Brennan

However, coupled with the excitement of being published was the disappointment of not seeing my book in an Irish book store. That’s where having a thick skin comes in useful, which I’m developing, as well as a supportive network, which I have on two counts: being married to an Irish novelist and being a member of The Prime Writers.


Interest about novelists publishing their first book, not in their 20s or 30s but after they’ve hit the big 40, (or the bigger 50, or the enormous 60) is growing. Claire Fuller, author of ‘Our Endless Numbered Days’, was recently awarded the Desmond Elliot Prize for best debut novel. She’s a year shy of 50. Vanessa Lafaye’s ‘Summertime’ was picked up by Richard and Judy’s Best Summer Reads. Both are members of a group of debut novelists whose first novel has been published, or will be, in or after their 40th year. The group was founded by Antonia Honeywell, author of ‘The Ship’, after she proposed it on Twitter. The call was answered by many. Turns out there are a good few of us older, first-time novelists out there. The Prime Writers has a supportive membership with over 60 writers, a Facebook page, a Twitter account and a website. I think numbers are blossoming.


Should it matter what age an author is? On the one hand it seems not. It’s all about the story. But built into publicity and marketing is a bias towards younger writers because publishers want to be part of a novelist’s career. They want to brand and build and market. It is somewhat rare in this celebrity driven and corporate world for a book to journey out with little or no publicity and end up on the best seller list, although, quite wonderfully, salmon do get through. But the older the salmon, the harder it might be.


I have experienced a very rich life in my 60 years and I believe I have a lot of ‘story’ left in me. My second novel is underway and I have big hopes for it but the continuation of building my career as a late blooming novelist depends on me writing. And I like writing. The rest is beyond my control, like a lot of things. The experience of getting my novel published fulfilled a lifetimes’s ambition. But it wasn’t uncomplicated. It coincided with an emergency operation, and a diagnosis of colon cancer, followed by chemotherapy. And although all that threw me off course for a few months, I realised that one of the things that writers have to do to stay alive is write. I’ve begun again. Started a new novel. I’ve returned to the river.


This article first appeared in BooksIreland Sept/Oct 2015 issue.


 




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Published on September 11, 2015 07:53