Last night, I read my story A Beltane Prayer at the University of Edinburgh, as part of the latest fab event since the Umbrellas of Edinburgh anthology launched last autumn. What with having never read this story aloud before and not having done a public reading since October, I was more than a bit nervous.
It’s been a helluva year, what with the whole Book Festival shenanigans, more publishing credits, scurrying to literary events and generally running my brain down a bit too much. So, I decided a last-minute holiday was in order. And that’s why I’m buggering off to Barcelona tomorrow for a long weekend.
Yes, you’ve kind of guessed the incoming earworm.
I’m not doing any NaNoWriMo while I’m away, but I will take my trusty notebook and my phone if staring at the Sagrada Familia inspires me. I’ll also be attempting to get by in a place that mostly speaks Catalan, where I’m armed only with the Latin American Spanish I used last autumn in Peru, having not used Peninsular Spanish for a decade. Ah well, I have Duolingo. What could possibly go wrong?
Whatever happens, I’ll be back early next week to make a sad last-ditch attempt on the NaNoWriMo rebel project, and see what short fiction I can come up with for the lovely folks at Shift Magazine, the wonderful Edinburgh spoken word event Interrobang (brought to you by one of the Story Shop team!), and The List’s Hot 100 entrants 404 Ink. Cor, there’s so much literary talent in my hometown right now, eh?
And that’s not all, kiddos. I’ve decided to try posting here a wee bit more, so I’m going to try ‘Blogmas’ next month: a post a day on, well, all manner of things. I’m taking some ideas from here initially, but any suggestions for things you’d like me to talk about are most welcome! And on that note, I should probably finish packing. Fins dilluns, amics! ❤
It’s November, the nights are fair drawing in, so it’s time for NaNoWriMo. 30 days, 50,000 words. At least, that was the plan a few weeks back.
In less than a month, I read my story at the Book Festival, so I thought I’d write a little bit about myself. That little bit grew into something longer and angstier, and was inspired by a couple of other Story Shop writers opening up about identity, belonging and comfort zones. So, here goes my attempt. Warning: contains Pokemon GIFs.
This blog needs the dust blown off it, eh? I’ve been a bit swamped with work and editing, plus this week’s been a strange mix of VIP events I managed to get into, from the Science Festival launch to a book launch featuring several Floris authors. And when I went to the latter, I was struck with the thing all writers dread: impostor syndrome.