I got back from Ennis yesterday. It was a pretty quick turn around just long enough for another round of signings and an interview with John Cooke on Clare FM. I’ll post the interview when I get the chance.
I stayed the night with the sister of an old friend, who’s now a new friend and her lovely daughter Rachel. It was a great night, just good food, nice wine and interesting conversation. 8-year-old Rachel paid me a massive compliment, using the presence of a real life author in the house (by which she meant me) as an excuse to stay up late.
It really made me think, talking to her about writing. She writes stories herself and I was telling her how I had done the same when I was her age, in fact I don’t remember a time when I didn’t want to be a writer. I may have been a journalist for a decade but it’s only now I can really call myself a writer as well.
I’ve spent so long, over the years of being an aspiring writer, reading interviews with published authors talking about how they were always writing stories as children and knowing I had done the same gave me hope. Seeing the same hope on Rachel’s face was a weird feeling, knowing that somehow over the last couple of months I’ve gone from aspiring to actual writer.
Now granted, Devil in the Red Dress is not a novel. It might tell a fantastic story but it is one hundred per cent true. But a story like that is easy to tell and I’ve tried to make the book the lively read it should be. It’ll be a while yet before I turn to fiction although it’s something I have been interested in for a while.
My apologies if this post is completely all over the place. I’ve had a raging cold for the last few days and my brain is still in a bit of a heap. Hopefully normal service will be resumed in the next couple of days. I’m getting a bit fed up with coughing and sniffling my way around and anyway, there’s work to be done!