Much like a lot of people on the internet, I am an aspiring writer. What I lack in qualifications I make up for in self-depreciating wit, so don’t write me off yet. Ha, I made a punny.
For the statistics: I am a 26-year-old woman living in Galway, Ireland, where the only books that get published are a far cry from Joyce and Keats. They are either, “Ah sure begorrah weren’t times fierce difficult back in the day,” or, “Business executive Síle had it all–the great job, the rich fiancée, the big house–but she didn’t realise what she really wanted until she met hunky Tom, the electrician.” Since neither misery nor chick-lit are my forte, this means that I am doomed by my location, and have every intention of relocating one day.
I write Fantasy that borders on Young Adult, but I haven’t decided if I’d rather just go for an older audience. My writing is in the very early stages, but I hope that having a blog will kick me into overdrive and be a constant reminder that I ought to be writing, not traversing the internet.
Omg.
“They are either, ‘Ah sure begorrah weren’t times fierce difficult back in the day,’ or, ‘Business executive Síle had it all–the great job, the rich fiancée, the big house–but she didn’t realise what she really wanted until she met hunky Tom, the electrician.’”
If I had had a drink in my mouth, I would have spit it out. <3
It’s TRUE THOUGH! I’m not even exaggerating a little bit. You’d think for the Land of Saints and Scholars we’d have a slightly higher standard of literature, but we don’t. I work in a bookshop. I see the evidence. It’s a sad, sad time.
I’m so glad I found your blog! It’s bloody brilliant.
I’m also an aspiring fantasy novelist, but have little to show for it yet. I started my blog a few months ago with the same intentions and have found it wonderful.
Happy writing Serena! Look forward to reading more.
Thanks so much, Katy! Looks like we’re on the same journey. Us aspiring writers have got to stick together!
“They are either, ‘Ah sure begorrah weren’t times fierce difficult back in the day,’ or, ‘Business executive Síle had it all–the great job, the rich fiancée, the big house–but she didn’t realise what she really wanted until she met hunky Tom, the electrician.’”
Beverage alert. That is NOT the proper way to inbibe Tully’s. Mum’s lot are Dubliners-they oughta know.
Having just ascended from “aspiring” to “well into the third trimester of an inpending debut” (aka Per-spiring), I want to wish you all the luck in the world. Possibly the universe, just in case you need it.
Aw thanks so much! I appreciate it. I’m going to have to keep an eye on your blog now, to see how your impending debut goes! Best of luck