|The blaa (pic by The Daily Spud)|
They shove the blaa at you in Waterford as if there's a famine in progress (in the nicest possible way of course.) And, naturally, we had to sample them at every hand's turn. It would have been rude not to.
Literary festivals are utterly exhausting - I'm still in recovery - but a jolly time was had by all. My workshop was booked solid and I enjoyed the company of 12 short story enthusiasts for 3 hours on Saturday.
On Sunday I read with Monica McInerney, who is a delightful woman and writer. We both read short stories and then we talked about the process of writing stories, with questions afterwards from the audience. It's always good to make a new friend in the writing world and Monica and I hit it off as we seem to come from the same place (though she's an Australian living in Dublin). We're both from families of 9 and we both eschew plot in favour of writing in order to tell ourselves a story. I heart non-plotters :)
Anyway, Waterford is lovely, the weather was gorgeous and the festival organisers had given us free passes to all sorts, so I took in Waterford Crystal (an excellent tour) and the museum in the Bishop's Palace as well as having lovely meals in Emiliano's and Bodéga. What is a weekend away without endless good food? Thanks to the organisers for having me and for making it a very special weekend.
(Good God, how many clichés can I fit into one blog post?!? See, my head is cabbaged with tiredness!!)
Anyhoo, in place of a decent report, here are some photos:
|Brian Keenan being interviewed live for Arena|
|Poet Mark Roper - Arena|
|Seán Rocks interviewing Dónal McIntyre|
|Waterford Crystal tour|
|Juno in the Bishop's Palace|
|Miss Busy-Bee the Typist, toy display in Bishop's Palace|
|Monica McInerney & me, chatting before our reading|