Thinking about our Neolithic predecessors hanging out in the Phoenix Park, poking the winkles out of these tiny shells and stringing them together to make themselves fancy. They were found buried with two male skeletons. I wonder who made them -women, perhaps, or children with their nimble fingers? Apparently they were originally brightly coloured: yellow, red, brown, green, purple. Pretty!

Left: the shells as they look today. Right: an AI-assisted imagining of how they might have looked 5500 years ago. See the objects in the National Museum of Ireland’s collection: Shell Necklace

Gave my mother a copy of Génération and she regaled me with How Ya Gonna Keep ‘Em Down on the Farm? (Nora Bayes, 1919)

Génération has arrived at the offices of Quai Voltaire/La Table Ronde, ready for Publication Day on January 12th. Huge thanks to everyone involved, especially Cécile Arnaud, not only for her superb translation, but also for translating “on the hoof” during my recent visit; to Anna-Lucie, who accompanied me from meeting to meeting, and thought of everything; and of course to Alice Deon, my seeming-tireless editor, and hostess extraordinaire.

Based in Florence, The Sigh Press publishes a quarterly online literary journal for writers of English who have spent time in Tuscany, which I did recently, as Writer-in-Residence with St. Mark’s Cultural Association. It was an honour to be invited to answer some thought-provoking questions for their Ampersand interview series, and the perfect excuse to ramble about tree-houses, bees and whatnot.

In the middle of all last week’s dire news, this was a nice thing that happened. Thanks to Amy Herron for words and pic.

A few pics, courtesy of The Florence Writers Facebook page, to counter a grey Monday morning. Thanks to Mundy and St. Mark’s English Church for hosting; to the lovely, attentive group who asked great questions; to Lori for a comprehensive and generous introduction; and to Bob for the photos.

This is where I’ll be spending some time over the next few years, novelling, theorising, and generally oiling the brain cells. Such a gorgeous campus!

There’s so much, it’s difficult to know where to begin, and what to leave in/take out – very much like writing. Here are a few photos, just for starters (hover over pic for captions).

Dante’s house

First glimpse of the ‘chapel in pyjamas’

…this guy!

Open mic at Musso every first Wed – good timing

A fountain

Some feet.

Needs a bit more practice?

And just one more…

Book announcements are gratifying because they give a sense of completion to the thing (even if that’s not strictly the case, since edits are ongoing). The other handy aspect of a press release is that it explains what the book is about in a nice, succinct paragraph, something which feels very far away for most, if not the entire, writing process. So, straight from The Bookseller:

A History of Running Away follows three women at different stages of their lives: Jasmine, a female boxer who falls foul of a ban on the sport in 1980s Ireland; a gynaecologist in present-day Dublin, who is increasingly frustrated by the constitutional ban on abortion; and Ali, in Maryland, whose mother has recently died and escapes from the grandparents she didn’t know she had. (The Bookseller)

And the ‘elevator pitch’: A History of Running Away is about “running away, growing up and finding out who you are”.

Dollymount was in a mellow mood last night, as was I as I reflected that there was but one more day of school holidays left. Over the years I’ve learned — the hard way that I do all my learning — that I’ll get nothing done for the duration, and that the tv and computer are not my enemy. But I’m looking forward to getting back to work. First on the agenda will be edits on novel two, A Difficult History. Then there’s a residency in Florence to look forward to. There’s a new novel in progress. There’s an itch to write some non-fiction.

Let me count the ways.