Literary City

This weekend I've taken part in a couple of great events in the Look North festival. Yesterday morning I participated in a fantastic short story workshop led by local writer Jan Carson. There were lots of new tips as well as some fun writing exercises.

This afternoon saw the launch of Issue 5 from New Isles Press. I was thrilled to pick up a copy of this anthology at the launch event and read one of my poems in UlsterScots included in it at the event. 

As well as readers showcasing a wide variety of work, there was also a good panel discussion.

Earlier in the week I'd called into the Linenhall library in the final days of their Fragments of Scotch Poetry Exhibition. It was good to read all the poems from this Poetry Jukebox curation, including my poem, 'Ballooning' now displayed before tge exhibition finished.

After a weekend of literary indulgences in our wee city, the sign I noticed in the car park today seemed very fitting.

Weekend of Writing

I know it may be hard to believe - but the sun actually made a very rare appearance yesterday. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised, as I was down at Coney with the writing gang when it happened. 

Our catch up over coffee and chocanana muffins with a bit of writing thrown in was a welcome distraction from this incessant rain. And it's been a weekend of good writing news - with acceptances for a poem and a short story, as well as news of an anthology on the way.

It's turned out to be a busy writing weekend, with some preparation/ homework for the 'Writing Historical Fiction for Young People' course I've been doing through the Irish Writers Centre to be completed, along with catching some sessions at the SCBWI virtual winter conference.

Thankfully I'll be able to catch the recordings of some other sessions. In this horrible winter weather it's been great to be able to attend both a course and conference from the comfort of home, without having to venture outside. But the sun came out for a while again today, and it was great to get out and see signs of spring on the way.

Making an Exhibition of Ourselves

It's so un-Ulster-Scots to draw attention to or make an exhibiton of oneself, but I have to confess I was fair pleased with myself this week to see some of my writing has been referenced in the current Robert Burns exhibition at the Linenhall library in Belfast.

This exhibition opened before Burns Night celebrations had taken place and is on until the end of February.

Tracing the influence of Burns from when his 'Fragments of Scotch Poetry' first appeared in Belfast's 'Newsletter' in 1786 to the present day, the exhibition includes some of the poetry books held in the Gibson Collection dating from the late eighteenth century along with a range of Burnsanalia.

The exhibition also references the recent Ulster Scots poetry jukebox curation in which I (along with nine other poets (including two Scots makars!)) have a poem - 'Ballooning' written in response to 'To a Louse'.

It was an honour to be selected to be part of this curation with this group of contempoary Ulster Scots writers and for our work now to be included in the Linenhall library's collection.

The exhibition also includes the Linenhall's publications of the winning entries in their annual Ulster Scots writing competition. I'm honoured to have my stories included in two of these publications.

The exhibition continues until the end of February - a perfect excuse to celebrate Burns Night for a little bit longer.

Snow Day

We woke up to another light covering of snow this morning. Thankfully it didn't result in our writing group plans being cancelled. And there was even a flurry of snow when we were down at Coney this morning. 

There's nothing worse than having writing plans cancelled by winter weather, especially when you're getting back into a routine again after the holidays, so I was glad it was only a light snowfall. Having struggled to find my notebook and a pen amidst a pile of recently taken down Christmas decorations, I was glad to get back to Coney to catch up with writing pals and exercise some writing muscles after a lovely break and get back into a routine.

Over cranberry and chocolate muffins we chatted and made some plans for the year ahead as we eased ourselves into a new year of writing.

National Short Story Day

I've only found out in the last hour that today is National Short Story Day. Coinciding with the winter solstice, it seems like one of the best days to get lost in reading, amidst the busyness in the run up to Christmas.

I do like a Christmas anthology and this year I've been enjoying dipping into this one - 'Tidings' - an anthology of new Irish Christmas stories.

I already knew it was going to be a special day, as it was the day my short story, 'Sugar Lumps' was scheduled to be published in The Sunday Post. I was delighted to be a finalist in their national short story competition for a second year running and also delighted that for a second year running my story was the one published in the bumper Christmas edition of the newspaper's PS magazine.

I'm also delighted with the art work accompanying my story - it's just perfect! When I found out that today is National Short Story day, it made this early Christmas present even more special.

I think there's just time to go and read another short story before resuming wrappping Christmas presents for under the tree.

Festive Fun

It was a busy weekend catching up with several groups of writing friends for the final time this year. On Saturday our writing group met up for some festive food and fun. We caught up on news, reflected on the year in our group and listened to poems and short stories some of us had written before enjoying a lovely meal.

That evening I took my nieces to a local musical society's production of one of my favourite festive tales - 'A Christmas Carol'. It was an excellent show and really got me in a festive mood, albeit a panic over all the things I still need to do.

On Sunday there was another festive catch up with another group of writers. We caught up on news and talked about writing plans for 2026 over more delicious food.

Last night we had our final SCBWI Ireland zoom meeting of the year. With holiday prompts we wrote some festive stories and caught up on news.

I feel very blessed to have made so many good friends through writing and to have several groups for support. Like most writers, there have been many times during the year when I could have very easily stopped working on particular projects. But having supportive writing groups helps get through those difficult days. I know there will be countless difficult writing days ahead. My gift from a Christmas cracker on Saturday is surely a sign to keep going - a tiny notebook and pencil!

Here's to more fun writing times with friends next year.

Flying Visit

I'm just back from a very special, though short visit to Edinburgh - celebrating the launch in Scotland of the UlsterScots poetry jukebox at The Scottish Poetry library.

Earlier this year I was commissioned by the Linenhall library to write a poem in this 'Fragments of Scotch poetry' curation. Along with nine other poets (including the current and former Scots makars) we were asked to respond to a specific poem by Robert Burns. The poem I was given was 'To a Louse'.

At first I struggled to be sufficiently inspired. But on re-reading ‘To a Louse’ I became fascinated with Jenny’s ‘Lunardi’ - a fashionable ‘balloon bonnet’ inspired by Italian balloonist Vincenzo Lunardi. In 1785, the year before ‘To a Louse’ was first published, Lunardi made the first aerial voyage in Scotland taking off in his balloon from Edinburgh and landing near Ceres, Fife, a village close to Cupar, where my late mother was schooled. I don’t recall older generations of my family mentioning Lunardi, yet my Fife great, great, great great grandparents must have known about him and probably knew someone who saw that balloon flight. This connection and the Weaver Poets referenced in ‘Fragments of Scotch Poetry’ who worked in their cottages led me to think about the bonnet maker and the unintended consequences the poem ‘To a Louse’ might have had.

Earlier this year I visited the site where Lunardi's first Scottish balloon flight landed.

I'd driven past it countless times while visiting my family in Fife but had never noticed the plaque in a field.

Yesterday I traced the spot in Edinburgh where Lunardi took off in his hot air balloon just over 240 years ago, the garden of George Heriot's school.

I've been blown away by how this project has emphasised just how poetry can make all sorts of connections. I've made new connections meeting some of the poets in person at both launch events in Belfast and Edinburgh. I've strengthened existing connections with other poets I knew, UlsterScots academics and the Linenhall library and UlsterScots agency teams.

Through the project I've connected with my roots. I like to think some of my Fife ancestors might have witnessed the balloon landing near Ceres. If they didn't I'm sure they knew someone who had winessed it. This would have been a phenomenal sight and something everyone in the area would have talked about for a long time - a bit like twentieth century moon landings. Lunardi's balloon journey started in the city where my parents met as students - across the road from Edinburgh university. 

And today I really connected with Lunardi when my flight arrangements home didn't go to plan. Due to an IT problem at Edinburgh airport, the air traffic contol system wasn't working for a while. Flights were diverted and cancelled. Planes were in different locations from their crews and for a while it was a bit chaotic. Eventually it all worked out ok. I escaped from the chaos by immersing myself in my book - and I couldn't have made a better choice - about an Edinburgh bookshop in December, with chaos and delayed flights - art imitating life?

It's been very special to be part of this project. The Poetry Jukebox is in the Linenhall Library in Belfast until the end of January and in the Scottish Poetry Library in Edinburgh until the end of February. If you can't make it to either venue before then, you can listen to the recordings here, including my poem 'Ballooning':

https://m.soundcloud.com/the-linen-hall/sets/test-fragments-jukebox