So, How’s The Book Coming Along?

Lucy, you’ve left me with no option, I had to reblog this. Excellent.

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I get asked this a lot. It’s one of the common questions directed at writers by well-meaning friends and acquaintances, along with ‘What do you write about?’ and ‘Have you sold enough copies to retire yet?’ I’m sure there are authors who love any opportunity to talk about their esteemed tomes, but I can assure you that I am not one of them. The only time discussing a manuscript is anywhere near bearable is before a single word has been written. That is a magical, care-free time when your book is surely going to be the greatest literary achievement in all history. As soon as words start appearing on the page, there are several clearly defined states as to ‘how the book is coming along’.

Mindless Optimism

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This state usually occurs quite early on, when a witty opening paragraph and masterful introduction of the main character has…

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Tlachtga, Goddess of Earth and Fire

Ali Isaac, no more than myself, has no time for the modern mock travesty that is Haloween but he does cast some interesting light on the true origins of its customs.

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“My name is Tlachtga, daughter of Mog Ruith. This hill is my place, my heart’s home. Only a few bones remain of what once stood here, for mankind has wrought his destruction upon it, as he did also upon my flesh. In those days, I rode the skies with my father in the great wheel of light, a rare magic known only to few, and folk would watch and fall to their knees in fearful prayer, claiming we commanded the sun. For long years after my suffering, great fires were lit in my honour. But time eroded understanding, and the people forgot why. The priests of the new religion came and wrote me out of history, for they were not fond of powerful women, and my name drifted like a lost whisper on the breeze. I have been grievously wronged, but should you…

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Conor Harrington -Watch Your Palace Fall

Stunning art, by an Irishman, too

London-Olios

Pace London Gallery

15 September – 9 October 2016

Last week saw the opening of Irish-born, London-based Conor Harrington’s solo show ‘Watch Your Palace Fall’ in Pace London’s Soho gallery in collaboration with HENI Publishing.

You might have seen Conor’s work adorning the walls in the streets of London and elsewhere around the world, from New York to Puerto Rico and all over Europe: huge murals depicting Renaissance and military inspired figures, often two of them mid-fight. I first came across his work in Dulwich, at the Dulwich Outdoor Gallery Project during Dulwich Art Week in 2013. Initiated by curator Ingrid Beazley, it featured originally commissioned art works by leading street artist from around the world reimagining classic paintings from Dulwich Picture Gallery. I have since ‘discovered’ his work in Shoreditch, in Whitecross Street, in Fashion Street, in Brick Lane and in Soho.

The exhibition show ten new paintings by…

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1916, Souls of Freedom

2 armies, 2 ideals, 2 ghosts, an allegorical tale of 1916

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2016 is the centenary of an event in Irish history that set the template for a nation. On April 24, 1916 a handful of men and women, led by a motley group of poets, writers and revolutionaries, took on the might of the British Empire and the Crown forces, to declare the birth of the Irish Republic. For six turbulent days, they fought before they were overcome, Dublin city destroyed and more than 500 died.

In the aftermath of this disturbance, Ireland was put under martial law and within three weeks, 14 of the Rising’s leaders were tried by court martial and then shot by British firing squads. Then public opinion was charged with outrage. Public opposition to the armed disturbance turned to support for their separatist ideals and condemnation of the British government.

The blood sacrifice of the defeated insurrectionists of 1916 rallied the population to their aspiration for…

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