As a blogger I'm dead in the water, an empty sack, an I can't even be bothered to find any more metaphors.My ink has run dry I'm a blogging (not so Supa) Nova that has burned a trail of blindingly brilliant mediocrity across the sky then gone PHUT! Like a damp firework. So I'm shutting up shop till the will to go on resurges.Could be minutes or years.
But before the blinds are pulled I have a special visitor to The Castle, writer Nuala Ní Chonchúir, will be coming over to answer 3 questions in honour of her poetry collection 'Portrait of the Artist with a Red Car' on Jan 29th.
It's a great book , searingly honest, jolting and beautiful and funny and sensual. Some people have a way with words, Nuala has -it-away with words !? A great writer of short stories she was an Irish Times Person To Watch in 2009, so we watched and she didn't disappoint with(among many things) these poems and her fabulous short story collection 'nude'
Her latest success is having her first novel published.It's called 'You' and is set in 1980's Dublin.I'm really looking forward to reading it.
Despite being a successfull writer Nuala took time to be the first to follow my blog and to offer advice and encouragement, so she's a nice person too, which is cool.
Check her blog out here... http://womenrulewriter.blogspot.com/
and her website here........ http://www.nualanichonchuir.com/home.php
53 comments:
The poet and writer is most important. Take good care of it. Him. Them.
(But I hope it's minutes.)
Oh no! I love reading your poems - I hope you'll still be writing just not sharing for a while?! Good luck!!
I'm sure hoping it's only minutes, TFE. (Perhaps all dem mincey pois are cloggin' up de artereys and keepin' de ol' brainflow stemmed as well?)
Will visit Nuala's soon as.
Kat
P.S. Your header photo touches me with sadness and reminds me of my own piece, "Bird In The Hand".
She is a brilliant writer, isn't she? The real deal (to use an overused phrase).
x
Well, I guess these things happen, but I'm having some separation anxiety here. Will certainly miss you, hope you get back into a writing (and visiting) groove, but in any case, that the time off works for you in some way that gives you some satisfaction.
Oh no! Hope your moxie comes back and your mojo, along with many other things beginning with M - your blog is one of the things that keeps me logging in!
I thought you had gone a bit quiet TFE - you CANT desert us - I shall miss your fantastic sense of humour too much. Close your eyes, have a little rest, a little drink or two and then wake up revived and ready to spread the blarney again. Your particular kind of Irish charm is impossible to replace.
Well, I hope you don't go far -- I know I'm not the only one hoping to see you back soon. Thanks for the link to Nuala meanwhile.
Hang in there, TFE--your voice will be missed, so here's hoping it's a short time to get back on your writing feet.
Say it ain't so, Eejit!!!
I'm with Weaver and the others on this TFE. Hopefully it's just down to seasonal artist's block - I feel a bit the same myself and since we all became snowbound have felt very sluggish. Please let it be minutes that you are away and come back refreshed. Your header is very poignant but we all know it must happen with such widespread snow and such low temperatures.
Sparrow Expired. A moving photo of the immovable, TFE.
I understand your need for a respite from blogging. You will be reading my interview with the great Liz Gallagher, though, correct? I'm the last on her list, and she will be answering some intriguing questions on my blog on January 19...That's this next Tuesday. Please don't miss it. And I'll be sure to watch for Nuala's visit right here, too.
Now that you'll have all this time on your hands, surely you will be productive in other areas, like say, photography! Just think, Peadar... You can go outside and breathe that fresh Irish air, fill your senses with the respiration of nature, and click-click-click to your beautiful heart's content.
Then, I predict, fresh poetry will 'spring' forth from deep within you. Go on now...Be you! xoxo
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!
I am confident in your blogging future, even if you are not. We the faithful will be here when you return. An absence can only stoke the fires of the EEjit Legend, or Legend, the Eejit. As you wish.
Try some drambuie and a ham sandwich, Eej! Gosh, I sure hope it's minutes, too. What'll I do without my poet mentor?!
Oh, and Happy Birthday, TFE!!!
Okay, you can remove the dead bird now. The stench is coming through my screen. ; )
TFE, hope it's only bowing out for a quick breather and a re-charge... but can understand the need for space and time, blogging does consume, energy and other bits and bobs too, and there is only so much to go round at times...
oh and yes! that header photo is brill but heart-breaking...
Looking forward to another Castle 'do' (Nuala's) - nobody does it like it's done in the Castle! Simply ze Bhest...; )
I think I'll put my feet up for a bit, too....when in Rome and all...
Well now, I can see by your sad picture that the poet in you is not dead, just expressing himself differently. Seems like you're having a shite day, week, month? Luckily for us all, change is something we can count on, so this feeling won't last forever but while it does the best thing to do is not fight it. Just be flexible and go with the flow till it runs out of steam. Until then, I will light a candle for you every day so that you can find your way out of the dark hole you're in. I'll be here waiting for you to come back, take as long as you need...
TFE - you can't close up... You're far too important... Has no one told you that? ya big eejit!! We'd be lost without you...
Yikes.
A man's gotta do and all that, but I'll miss you whilst you're away.
I vote Mrs. Eej brain you with another iron and knock some sense into you!!
Oh, my...that certainly sounded violent. Well, maybe just try the drahbuie and ham.
Take a few minutes (half an hour even) off but I'm sure I speak for many when I say
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YIAnkrPgTvY!
OK, it's a cheesy video, and we all have to do what we've got to do but...
This is a great blog.
ps Keep the home baking coming on facebook!
"Let fury have the hour
Anger can be power,
D'you know that you can use it?"
RIP Joe
Sometimes when I'm like feeling like that I go into 'whelk' mode for a bit. It helps, as life can be tough on molluscs. Don't be gone long, you never know - we might send Aunt Vom to find you....
Thanks Jen, the three of us are going for a pint.
I know Niamh, my poems are the best, but there are others out there in the world, not half as good but half a loaf is better than no bread.
Mince pies, you got mince pies Kat? Anybody? please!
Realo dealo she is Foxo.
Thanks Sparkey!
Hey Argent, Moxie and Mojo are coming down the pub with the other three.
Thanks Weaver!
Thanks Susan,Did you know that the initials of your bog is SSR so if you are there then it's USSR!
Writing feet, John, that's what I need, feck them and their dancing!
"It ain't so" Karen.
January is a bad month Heather, and I is a year older in every feckin one of them!
I think Jeanne, being me might be half the problo!But yes of course I'm looking forward to your inerview with Liz.'Twill be a cracker methinks!
Hey D'oub! I love the GAA too.Roll on 20th Feb.
I am a leg end, English rider, thank you!
Willow, you need a poetry mentor like I need another hole im me arse :) Drambuie and ham sangers though,heavenly !
Thanks Jeanne, I had a good day you and Marilyn singing was a great surprise! I likes da boidy dough, in da snowio.
Yes liz I think there's only a finite amount of stuff in us.I need a literary transfusion.Maybe it's blog block.(better than bog block I suppose?)
That's the style Rachel F!
Great advice Moira , thank you.Nothing lasts is so true!
And thanks for the candles , I'm a great one for lighting candles. I like that 'light up, light up' bit from Snow Patrols 'Run'
Yes Niamh B I am far too important to the universe and you will all be lost, but we must bear these almost intolerably heavy burdens that life throws at us as best we can.My own burden is my rare genius and that is perhaps the heaviest of all.
The Donkey is saddled, Titus, I'm just waiting for the sunset and the tumbleweed.
Karen, FFS don't be encouraging Mrs EEj, not that she needs any.
Thanks Dominic, I don't mind cheese, I'll put it in the ham sanger! Ah yes Facebook, the last bastion of failed bloggers!
Thanks Peter, The Clash are one of my all time favourite bands.
aaawww... you'll be missed here! but completely understand the difficulty... that piture of the dead thrush is fairly beautiful in a grim way.. all the best from our neck of the woods, will be keeping a weather eye open! :-D
You'll need dozens more birthdays to catch up with me Eej - it's not nearly as bad as you think, and I'm fast approaching another one myself.
Hope you're soon blogging again, TFE! You brighten up the winter days with your wit, and your poems are brill!
BTW: your lighting a candle blog-day for which I wrote about my boxer was unexpectedly cathartic, and brought back lots of happy memories of her, which I'd been too sad to think about since losing her.
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