It started as an experiment in using–and not abusing–modern Irish slang. Now it’s spreading little plot tendrils out…I may keep it. It feels like writing.
Went to David Carkeet’s reading of his new book at the UnCity Library Sunday. I caught myself scanning the crowd and coming up with ways of describing them. That felt like writing too.
Good signs, good signs. The reading was fun, and not just because it made me feel young again. I hope someone under the age of 40 reads…
I now have the two books of David’s queued up after another Roddy Doyle number. I had forgotten how much I liked his tone.
When getting a book signed, I said something along the lines of feeling as if I were trying to catch the last train out of the station, as far as trying to get published goes. A minute later, in the parking lot, I came up with a better analogy. Remember that last chopper off the roof of the American Embassy in Saigon?