Category: Irish Women Writers
My Big Fake Immigrant Memoir
Let’s face it, the American immigration story has been done to death. It’s the “been-there-wrote-that” tale. So would someone please tell why I’m sitting here writing a book-length memoir about leaving my native Ireland, at age 24, to come alone to live in America? While I’m penning my woman’s immigrant story, the very same story is being played […]
Thanksgiving’s a Holiday Over Here
The American man’s voice sounded woken-up and irritated. “It’s Thanksgiving,” he said down that payphone. “So my roommates are off work and gone home. Like, Thanksgiving’s a holiday over here.” Oh, come on, I wanted to say. I mean, with nobody getting born or killed or risen from the dead, just how big could this ‘holiday’ of yours really […]
Three Books in One Year
I have self-published three books this year. And in February, 2013 I intend to release one more. If you’d have told me this at the start of the 2012, I probably wouldn’t have believed you, but that was before I realized the process was so quick, simple, and inexpensive – compared to my expectations, that is. […]
Writing in Stolen Time: 10 Ways to Create Time (Literally)!
‘How on earth did you find time to write a novel? You’ve got kids!’ This is a question I have been asked frequently since publishing my debut novel, The Girl who Came Home. I sometimes wonder myself! But, having wondered, I’ve realised that when you have a passion to do something, there isn’t much which […]
Aluine’s Gardens by C. Murray
Before the house behind the sea, a garden. Before the mountain behind the house, a circuit of trees. Before the small house behind the grey sea, A strip of lawn enclosed with box. Before the tall mountain behind those six white walls of house, rows of young alders a circuit make. Before the house of tree […]
Writer with a Day Job: About the Blue Curlers
Standing there at my car, his lips twitched. He was trying not to laugh. At me. Once again, I was driving to work with a head full of large, blue hair curlers. He mustered his cop-serious voice. “–Then you’ll see the signs after that.” “Thanks very much,” I said. “Yeah. Good luck!” he said, with […]
On Transcriptions: Transcribing Women’s Poetry
I transcribe women’s poetry. This short post is related to what I do on the Poethead blog and I suppose to the area of women’s writing that has been a concern for a few years now. Many of the poems that are a part of Poethead have found their way into my possession as gifts, or […]
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