The prodigal blogger.

Back again after a spell offline - I was a wee bit poorly for a while and didn't much fancy being online for much more than to check my email. Also, blog-wise, I really didn't have that much to say because my creative juices are flowing a little more easily, lately and I have a great dislike for talking about the process of writing itself when I'm actually doing it.

In fact, I've noticed that the more I talk about writing, in general, the more uneasy that makes me feel. I find that when I hear about other people's writing routines, it always makes me feel like my own habits are lacking, somewhat or that I'm doing something wrong. My confidence and my motivation for opening up Microsoft Word are then almost fucked to pieces, to be honest.

Also, the more I read back over, "Frankie," and notice the ridiculously bad and glaring mistakes I made, the more embarrassed I feel. I'm so so glad that I've fixed those mistakes and that the amended edition won't be quite so painful to read back over. Taking this month to myself to work on that was the best decision I've made since I can't remember when.

Got back from Surrey on Saturday after a few days away to work on making myself and my writing a little more presentable. I get wonderful tuition from a professional actor over there who has done wonders for my confidence in honing my skills. Well, I say, "skills," but...you know, the best of what I've got I suppose, would be more accurate.

Wonderful to see Tania Hershmans reading online at The Southword Showcase for The Frank O'Connor festival in September. She did a wonderful job.

Unclean!

Recovering from a really nasty tummy bug. Normal service will resume shortly.

Sweet November

I have decided to take November off due to the amount of projects that need my direct attention, otherwise I'll just get snowed under.

Planning a re-launch of Frankie, an updated version and the release of a short story collection.

It's the first time in my life I've had to make such huge windows in my scheduel for individual projects. I predict lots of coffee and chocolate injections. *loosens belt*

Frankie Clackan Killed Rock n'Roll

Could possibly be reading extracts from, "Frankie..." in the local library next week. We'll see how that goes. Shall have to perfect my graphic text public speaking...

Am just wondering...In this case, would it be necessary to use my "Sex voice?"...That is, of course, presuming I have one...

*contemplates*

*licks lips* ;)

It's alive!

I've had no internet for the past two days and feel like I've just sowed on a limb by having it fixed. *flexes arm* Yep, that feels better!

I've written two articles locally, they seem to have been well recieved. I'm kind of tiring of journalism. It doesn't give me a buzz anymore.

Ten thousand words to write before Friday. Can I do it? Fuck knows. I've finally gotten my hands on a copy of "Tales Of The Dead," how will I be able to focus on anything else? I would curse Mary Shelley but I'm smarter than that.

Blatant, cheeky plugging...

"FRANKIE CLACKAN KILLED ROCK N'ROLL"

Availible from Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk - Amazon does state that this book is "Temporarily Out Of Stock," please ignore this. If it's ordered it will arrive in around 2weeks or so. Or you can order it from me by emailing me at niecyokeeffe@gmail.com

"We are a song on repeat…"

In a squalid apartment they can’t afford to keep, Frankie and Jack develop a strange and unhealthy co-dependency which leaves them penniless, bored and so drunk they can barely remember that they should have been at their lecture six hours ago…

Living on a diet of booze and 80’s indie music, they become detached from the world outside.
Things take a downward spiral when Jack tries desperately to reclaim some semblance of a normal life, leaving Frankie a train-wreck waiting to happen.

Things can only get worse.

A light-hearted look at the dark side of college-life.

By Niecy O'Keeffe.

Entry the first!

Well, I've started this here new blog. It needs a bit of sprucing up, but I'll soon see to that. Today was a good day, although busy. I'm still having trouble with Amazon, trying to get them to take off the "Temporarily out of stock," business that keeps putting people off buying the book. A rather tedious business, I must say.

Last Friday was probably one of the best learning curves I've ever had, as I was part of the Frank O'Connor Festival in the Southword Showcase. I did a reading of my published work, alongside two other writers - Tania Hershman and Julian Campredon. Both absoultely fantastic and established talents. It was an honour to be a part of it, not to mention extremely nerve-wracking. Managed to garble it out without falling over, mind you. So, thats a tick for the "Pro," box and thankfully, the Con one is empty. It was a fantastic thing to be able to do.

More meetings this week, the diary's pretty full but it won't be as bad once I begin my stint at Gaiety. Although, I'm not looking forward to all the commuting between Dublin and Cork again. Still, it must be done.

That's all for now. Glad to have a shiny new blog to play with.