Nobody likes a show off!

I received my prize for winning the Bookseller’s Bursary yesterday. Wow, what a parcel! Champagne, a trophy, £’s, an Arvon gift certificate, a winner’s certificate, an Arvon Moleskine notebook. Superb. I am chuffed to bits. And I wasn’t going to say anything, because y’know, it doesn’t do to show off. Then I thought, oh hang on a minute, I’m quick enough to share things that make me miserable.

So –

It’s funny, I have an uncomfortable feeling of wanting to tell people that I have had some good news, mixing with huge embarrassment. I didn’t tell many that I was on the short list, I wasn’t going to mention it in fact. So when I won I had this conversation with my mum and a few others. “Oh, erm, there was this thing…” mumble, mumble. I was squirming, not sure why. Haven’t heard a word from my dad (who lives with my mum) and when we spoke on the phone he didn’t mention it. Both my brother’s are on facebook but they haven’t mentioned it either. My husband is pleased but hasn’t read a thing I’ve written for years. Anyway, I decided to brave this out and announce publicly that this is quite the nicest thing that has happened to me in ages.

I am thrilled with my prize. Thank you to Waterstone’s for being so incredibly supportive of the many writers it employs, and thank you to the judges from Simon & Schuster, Arvon and United Agents. I’ll shut up now and hope you can forgive the showing off.

Itching and winning!

Waterstone’s ran a writing competition for a Bookseller’s Bursary with a cash prize, a place on an Arvon course, paid leave to attend the course and a trophy . I was shortlisted and invited to a “do” for the announcement of the two winners. Sadly I developed Urticaria and had to spend the morning in A&E instead of going to London as planned. Apparently I have had a massive allergic reaction to something and am now on steroids and antihistamine tablets. I feel very sorry for myself, and am ITCHY beyond belief. I am literally smothered by these gruesome lumps.

I came home from hospital feeling very glum, and then received the news that I had won!

I think it’s fantastic that Waterstone’s is supporting the many budding writers that are drawn to working in its stores. This is a superb prize, and I am chuffed to bits. It’s going to be a real pleasure choosing a course to attend and I’m hoping it’ll help me get my novel whipped into shape.

So, boo to rashes and illness, but a massive yay to Waterstone’s and Arvon.

OhNoNaNoWriMoHoHoUhOhEtc

Questions I have so far:

How many words makes up an average chapter? Serious question. My chapters seem to be done at about 500 words and I have a feeling that’s a leeeetle bit too few. Hehe.

What tab setting do you have on your Word doc for new paragraphs and speech? Mine seems to have set a crazy default that I can’t get rid of so I’m stuck doing spacebar spacing which is tedious.

Why November?

Things I am not going to say (and a couple of things I am saying)

I was going to blog about mean week at HTML GIant but then I decided I didn’t want to get involved.

I was going to blog about something that I then realised I shouldn’t say anything about yet.

I was going to blog about work because I am going to do something cool there, but I haven’t done it yet so I have decided to wait.

I feel like a tease now.

I have been diagnosed with a probable Pyoderma Gangrenosum on my leg which is sucky but okay. I’ve been ill for a month now and it’s been scary waiting for a diagnosis (waiting to hear if the thing on my leg was malignant took me to a very dark place so a Pyoderma seems like an okay kinda thing in comparison.) I froze rather, so in order to thaw out all those words I put on ice (groan) I have signed up to do this years NaNoWriMo. I signed up once before and managed a contrary word count of zero so this year is bound to be better than that, eh?

FRiGGy goodness

I am so happy to say that the fall issue of FRiGG has gone live today and features one of my stories. You can read “Ha ha bonk” here.

FRiGG is one of my favourite places so I was thrilled when Ellen Parker liked my piece. She asked me if I could expand it, and yes, actually I could. The narrator and her son are the characters from my novel in progress “Salted” and it was fun seeing them go off and breathe elsewhere.

This issue of FRiGG also features work from Z.Z. Boone, David Erlewine (is it just me or is that guy everywhere I look these days?), Jenny Halper, Martin Heaviside, Lyn Lifshin, George Moore, Simon Perchik, Kenneth Pobo, Ronnie K. Stephens, Bethan Townsend and Joseph R. Trombatore – read their good words here.

Dear writers, wanna see Sparks fly?


There are writers who thrive on reading their words to an audience. I’m not one of them, however, I was once persuaded by Jo Mortimer to stand on a stage and read a story to real, live people. ( Eeek.) Jo Mortimer is a very persuasive person! Truth is I had a blast. It was rather intoxicating and I can see how some writers get addicted to that thrill.

Jo’s flash fiction night – Sparks – is a fantastic, buzzy, creative event. She selects cool stories and commissions a unique photo for each one which becomes the backdrop to your reading. The next night is on November 3rd Upstairs at Three and Ten and you could be part of it. If you wish, you may submit a story of 1,000 words or less to sparksbrighton@hotmail.co.uk but you’ll have to get a wriggle on as the deadline for subs is October 15th.

And if you are reading this and thinking yeah, yeah, all very well but I live in America (for instance), never fear, Jo will accept two stories per month that can be read by someone other than the author.

How Some People Like Their Eggs by Sean Lovelace makes young boys sing to me

True story. I was sitting on a train, coming home from work, and I was reading How Some People Like Their Eggs. It’s a cute chapbook to look at – a slim, yellow (yolky?) cover with beautiful black lettering.

I’d read it through and was flipping back and forth a little. Then some youngish male started singing to me “How do you like your eggs? I like mine fried and on top of toast.” His friend looked at him baffled and I did one of those tight half smiles trying to be friendly not stand-offish, but not wanting further interaction. Still his friend joined in and sung about scrambled eggs. And I wasn’t surprised, it seemed like just the sort of thing that would happen to someone reading a Sean Lovelace book.

Sean is a word magician. He has a way of putting words together and creating something fresh. He’s funny too. The flash fictions in this book made me smile (yeah, even the sad ones.)

I don’t want to spoil things as I think you should probably head over to Rose Metal Press and buy yourself a copy.

To persuade you I will say that “Charlie Brown’s diary: excerpts” managed to surprise me, amuse me, and leave me marvelling at Sean’s wit.

“crow hunting” begins ” Wednesdays seem a day to reflect. A day for gentler things. It’s their personality – the misshapen nature, the hump, the way a Wednesday morning feels like the last sip of home-brewed beer. Silty”
It’s that “Silty” that casts the spell I think.

I loved reading how Anne Sexton likes her eggs.

Sean Lovelace blogs here and I recommend his blog to anyone who gives a damn about fiction. He seems to be a thoroughly good egg. Har har.

If Janice Galloway had read my story…

The short list for STORY – the International short story competition from HappenStance Press (which is, let’s be frank, a bit of a mouthful) went up today. I’m not on it and I’m so very gutted. I made the long list, but not the short list which means that Janice Galloway won’t get to read my story. Boo hoo.

Regular readers of my blog will be well aware that Ms Galloway is my favourite writer. I had a little fantasy that she’d love my story. Maybe it’s better this way though, she didn’t reject me, it never even made it to her.

By the way, if Janice Galloway’s publisher reads this I totally think you should send me a proof copy of the collected stories. I’ll have to replace “Where You Find It” in my display case so I should read the new volume first so as to properly be able to recommend it to all my customers. I’ll be rather sad not selling “Where You Find It” any more, though this latest collection which is a selection from WYFI and Blood is obviously A Jolly Good Thing Indeed.

Oh well, off to cheer myself up with Nicholson Baker’s The Anthologist which is making me laugh out loud, much to my surprise.

Nuala Ní Chonchúir HERE at A Salted for her Nude not naked tour (and I have an exclusive!)

I am delighted to welcome Nuala Ní Chonchúir to my humble blog. She is dropping by to answer some questions as part of her tour promoting “Nude” her third collection of short stories. Nuala is an Irish fiction writer and poet. Her short fiction collections The Wind Across the Grass (2004) and To the World of Men, Welcome (2005) were published by Arlen House. Her poetry collections Tattoo:Tatú (2007) and Molly’s Daughter (2003) appeared from the same publisher. She has won many literary prizes, including RTÉ Radio’s Francis MacManus Award and the Cecil Day-Lewis Award. Nuala lives in Galway with her partner and children.

Welcome Nuala.

Hi Sara and thanks for having me here at A Salted.

Right, questions coming atcha!

1) I was struck throughout by your wonderfully strong opening lines:

“The outflow on the bath is like a keyhole; you stopper it with your toe and let the water lap in your ears, to block out the house.” (Unmothered)

“The air slung like a noose around my nose and mouth, then slipped down to settle on my neck.” (To drift and to lift)

“She has a doughy face and bulging, raisin eyes; her belly-folds flop one over another in a fleshy heap.” (Ekphrasis)

“You died today.” (Mademoisele O’Murphy)

(I could quote from any one of them but chose a few of my favourites.)

How do you choose your first lines? Do you write them first or do you figure out the best opening when the story is complete?

A lot of my stories actually start from the fact that I have an opening line. So, I’m pottering or walking or whatever, and some words occur to me and, if I like them, I write them down. Those words might collide with something that’s been stewing – a character, maybe. My stories rarely spring from one thing (say, a situation or idea); it’s more like a meeting of a vague sense of a character in a situation, then a first line comes, and I’m off.

2) Early, Lamb, Grace, Cowboy and Nelly are just some of the names you use. Glorious names that fit the characters perfectly. How do you choose them? Where do they come from?

I love naming; it’s one of the most joyous parts of writing. Annie Proulx is a favourite writer of mine and she has a lot of fun with names too.
I pick up names everywhere: from spam, death notices, graveyards, magazine articles. I always split the first name from the surname before using it.
Early is a surname in Ireland and I made it a first name in the story ‘Amazing Grace’. Names became integral in that story in the end.
Lamb I nicked from Lamb Gaede, one half of twin racist pop outfit Prussian Blue. (Her twin sis is called Lynx).
Cowboy and Nelly are the doggy parents of my friend Marcella’s dog, Rosa. I thought the names sounded great together – like a real couple – so I stole them for two characters.

3) Do you have a favourite character that you have created? Why?

I like some characters for different reasons. I quite fancy Loveday, a character from my second collection. In Nude I like Magda Bolding (name found in spam!) because she’s in two of the stories and you see her develop from tentative young artist/model, to strong, successful woman artist in her own right.


4) You are a poet and short story writer. The inevitable question therefore is: are you planning on writing a novel? (Oh, and what makes an idea a poem instead of a story and vice versa?)

I have written a novel and, here’s an exclusive, Sara, I’ve just had it accepted by a wonderful Irish publisher, New Island. http://www.newisland.ie/ The novel is called You, it’s set in Dublin in 1980 and will be published in April 2010. I’m thrilled!
As for poem vs short story, my themes/passions can be similar in both: women’s lives, sex, love breaking down, art. My poems tend to be more personal, my fiction is more…fictional.

5) You refer throughout to works of art. How important is it that your reader is familiar with the art in question?

I don’t think they have to be familiar with them – some of the paintings in Nude are not real anyway. I guess readers could google the images if they felt the need.

6) I loved Smash Hits irreverent style of questioning when younger so to finish up I thought we’d have some fun!

Yay, I loved Smash Hits too!

What’s your favourite biscuit?

Tesco’s Finest dark chocolate gingers. Drooooolll.

Who is your favourite Sesame Street character?

Grover. I love sweet, sensitive guys.

Cheese or chocolate?

Cheese – I’m a sucker for Emmenthal.

Who is the most famous person you have ever met?

Literary-wise: Richard Ford. Star-wise: Rufus Wainwright.

Whose poster did you have on your teenaged bedroom wall?

Paul Young. I was going to marry him until that Stacey got her claws in…

Best milkshake flavour?

Strawberry.

Sara, I LOVED your questions, thanks a mill for having me here! As a former bookseller I always enjoy your posts about bookshop life.
Next Tuesday my virtual tour takes me back across the Irish Sea to wonder woman writer Barbara Smyth’s blog:BARBARA’S BLEEUUGH! in Dundalk.

Thanks you so much Nuala, and wow, what fabulous news about your novel. Congratulations!

Nude is available to buy directly from Salt or from Waterstones of course!

It’s a lovely collection with stories full of art, sensuous women, disappointment, yearning, travel and hopes. Go get it!