Well, folks its been a while, but just dropped by the blog to remind anyone living in the environs of Bandon that I will be facilitating a Taster in Creative Writing Workshop. It is part of the Cork Lifelong Learning Festival: a week during which a myriad of activities are taking place in various locations around the town.
On Thursday, 6th April, at 2.30pm, at Bandon library, the Taster in Creative Writing takes place. For: all those who’ve meant to write, longed to write, wondered if they might like to write. For writers who’ve never written before, for secret scribblers who’ve never admitted their passion aloud before. In short, for anyone who loves words and loves making them work on the page.
No previous experience is required. It is an informal, fun session, among supportive like-minded others. However, booking is strongly recommended. So, do get in touch with the lovely staff at the library and let them know if you’d like to come along on Thurs. Look forward to seeing you there, if you live locally. If you don’t, then perhaps you’re living in the wrong part of the world and its time to consider a move to scenic inspiration West Cork.
Winner of the Kenny/Naughton Short Story Award and the Golden Pen Short Story Award as well as a runner up for numerous others, Mary Rose McCarthy’s voice is beautiful, wise, and rich. We discuss her writing as well as her view of the world in this episode, after she reads her stirringly painful story.
Listen to “A Lapse of Concentration” by Mary Rose McCarthy
Having gone round in circles living in London, Sierra Leone and Dublin, Mary Rose McCarthy is now back where she started in West Cork. She writes in an attempt to make sense of the world.
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Our life is an apprenticeship to the truth that around every circle another can be drawn; that there is no end in nature, but every end is a beginning; that there is always another dawn risen on the mid-noon, and under every deep a lower deep opens.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson, from Essays: First and Second Series as excerpted in Meditations on Nature, Meditations on Silence
The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapour is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continent and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.
Always, someone somewhere is awake, reading, writing, listening. Inspiration never sleeps just need to tap into it and keep plodding on.
In most parts of Ireland today we are inundated with rain approaching biblical proportions. Thus we’re all suffering from ‘rain-inertia’. When this syndrome sets in there’s nothing for it but to bake. While sifting and mixing realisation dawns that ingredients in one guise transform to something other.
Is it not the same with writing. A motley crew of characters, sifted and mixed with setting and plot transform to something other. Story. Entertainment. Information. Hieroglyphics, symbols, ancient ogham, individual letters, coalesce and become something understood. If only by ourselves.
Keep on plodding on.
“The hardest thing is to live richly in the present without letting it be tainted out of fear for the future or regret for a badly damaged past”. Sylvia Plath
Another quote as I wait favourable winds to lift me out of the doldrums! This time from Ann Patchett
” I believe more than anything that this grief of constantly having to face down our own inadequacies is what keeps people from being writers. Forgiveness therefore is key. Forgiveness. The ability to forgive oneself. Stop here for a few breaths and think about this because it is key to making art, and very possibly the key to finding any semblance of happiness in life.”
Something to ponder over the weekend. And who knows the sun may shine.
The lack of anything resembling summer weather in this part of Ireland makes it both easy and tempting to slip into the doldrums. But then I come across this quote from Orhman Pamuk and think there’s nothing for it but to get on with it!!
“The writer who shuts himself up in a room and goes on a journey inside will, over the years, discover literature’s eternal rule; he/she must have the artistry to tell their own stories as if they were other people’s stories, and to tell other people’s stories as their own…”
As if it was just that simple. As another day clouds over time to tell stories.