December 2009
12 posts
“I must say a word about fear. It is life’s only true opponent. Only fear can...”
– Yann Martel, Life of Pi (via johannal) (via quote-book) (via coffeeandlipstick) (via tobia)
I suppose a ride is out of the question?
Roddy Doyle’s The Snapper is being shown tomorrow in the IFI in Dublin, with a Q&A with Mr. Doyle before hand. There’s lots to love about this film, but for me, it’s the way Colm Meaney’s Dessie, the quintessential Dublin dad - lifts himself out of the rut and routine he’s worn into when his daughter really needs him - with unexpected benefits for his marraige.
...
Office Haiku
theresalighton:
Soiled cotton clouds glide outside. I wait for Excel to unfreeze, and sigh.
Everyone's a critic
A friend in publishing asked to read the first three chapters of my book. I half-heartedly agreed, though I had decided I would try and get to 100,000 words before I went looking for feedback. Obviously a very, very small part of me thought - Aha! Maybe, just maybe, she’ll think what an amazing writer! And drag the head of her publishing house to my front doorstep at 7a.m to meet...
True Blood Opening Sequence
I can’t stop watching True Blood. Instead of doing maternity yoga or practicing my hypno-birthing technique in preparation for the wonderous rite of childbirth, I have been glued to this fetishistic, panty flashing, sweaty, swampy, deep south, soft-porn Buffy-for-grownups.
The intro is worth a look - running from morning to night, images of rot, rednecks, racism and religion are...
Bye bye honey.
I wrote the poem below after Linda’s birthday in March, and posted it here. She lost her battle with breast cancer this afternoon. She was a funny, sweet person with a massive heart. She loved horses, her husband and motorbikes, she was extraordinarily brave. Forever throwing off her itchy, overpriced wig and rocking a bandana. She fought hard for three years. She was 34 years old.
...
Woop!!!
I often criticise those who abuse the exclamation point. Are two really necesary? And sorry, but any more than that and you’ve either been snorting carpet cleaner or chewing down on freeze dried nescafe.
However. I spent the last three weeks coming home from work, and locking myself in my garden shed until the wee small hours, with a lot of really old paperwork in preparation for an...