When I'm Writing I Just Think There's

It's A Big Con Job. We Have Sold The Myth Of Dublin As A Sexy Place Incredibly Well; Because It Is A Dreary Little Dump Most Of The Time.

If You're From Dublin, For Example, Chances Are You Live With Your Family, If You're Lucky Enough To, Right Up To The Mid-20s. And Most Of The People I Know, When They Finally Sort Of Set Off On Their Own, They Don't Stray All That Far.

If There Is A Heaven, Jane Austen Is Sitting In A Small Room With Mother Teresa And Princess Diana, Listening To Duran Duran, Forever. If There's A Hell, She's Standing.

Do Be Kind To Yourself. Fill Pages As Quickly As Possible; Double Space, Or Write On Every Second Line. Regard Every New Page As A Small Triumph. Until You Get To Page 50. Then Calm Down, And Start Worrying About The Quality. Do Feel Anxiety - It's The Job.

I Tend To Plan As I Write. And I Want To Leave Myself Open And The Character Open To Keep On Going Until It Seems To Be The Time To Stop.