I’ve kicked off a new writing project: Grace, a novel based on the intersecting lives of the Irish pirate Grace O’Malley and her nemesis, Queen Elizabeth I.
I’ll get stuck into the first draft next week, when I go to Varuna, The Writers’ House, for a blissful week of writing retreat.
Besides all the references of Irish and Elizabethan history texts I’ve been scouring, I’ve read:
Fierce Attachments, Vivian Gornick’s memoir of her childhood and her relationship with her mother.
Sisters on the Somme, by Penny Starns, an account of the lives of nurses on the Western Front, because I still haven’t quite (if ever) finished researching and thinking about my work in eternal progress, War Songs.
Charlotte Wood’s brilliant The Natural Way of Things, which is winning all the literary prizes this year, and deserves them.
Lucy Treloar’s exquisite historical novel Salt Creek.
And of course Elena Ferrante’s Neapolitan novels. Although I’m a bit stuck due to loathing of one of the male characters and it’s such as realistic portrait I just don’t want to go near him. Excruciating. But so clever.
For weeks I was so tired I could only re-read Harry Potter. But it’s winter here, and sometimes you just have to curl up with something familiar and entertaining.
One reason I’ve been so busy is that I’ve been working on a new podcast on women and writing, Unladylike. It’s a collaboration with Adele Walsh and has just launched at the weekend.
We plan and program, read, record, edit – and do all sorts of mysterious technical things we’ve had to learn on the way.
Huge fun, but also demanding. We have five episodes out now, and another on the way any day now. If you’re interested in writing and reading, check it out.
So now I’m off on a writing retreat, and I’ll see you on the other side.