About Me
- Moyra
- Poet, creative writing facilitator, editor. Experienced mentor for those working towards a first collection. My publishers are Lagan Press, Belfast and Liberties Press, Dublin, who published my Selected Poems in 2012, The Goose Tree in June 2014. Blood Horses was published in 2018 from Caesura Press www.caesurapress.co.uk and a new collection, Carnivorous was published from Doire Press Spring 2019 www.doirepress.com Awarded an Arts Council of NI Major Artist Award in 2019
Sunday, 25 January 2015
When I am Old
A lovely image from Liberties Press to go with my poem - When I am Old
https://www.facebook.com/DublinLibertiesPress/photos/a.225210427514078.50427.117184288316693/784097174958731/?type=1
Tuesday, 20 January 2015
Time's winged chariot
I first became involved
with social media a number of years ago when I received the ACNI Artist Career
Enhancement Award. Sites such as Facebook and Twitter were recommended as a way
to increase artist profile and keep in touch with what was happening – and it’s
true – I have built up a network that allows me to hear about a lot of
submission opportunities and competitions. On one level, it’s great; never miss
a thing and I do love to hear about other poets’ successes and new books. But
on another level it induces great anxiety in me. I write very slowly and
sometimes long periods of time go by when I don’t write at all. I simply don’t
have enough poems to keep up with the opportunities.
Time is a strange thing.
In my career as a poet I have always juggled writing with a full time job that
pays the bills, with bringing up a family, with other interests and with all
the stresses and strains that are part of life. I always seemed to be able to
find the time, even if it meant sitting up into the early hours. Even when
traumatic things were happening, there always seemed to be time to write. Now
time seems to have shrunk – or maybe it’s my energy levels.
I had imagined that as I got
older, life would become less frantic, less emotionally demanding, less of a
roller-coaster ride. Not a bit of it – if anything it’s more intense. I
probably have more time to myself than I used to have – in fact I know I do –
but it seems to drift past me in ways it never did before.
Which brings me back to
all those opportunities for publication - I’m frustrated with myself that I can’t
be more disciplined with myself, that I can’t focus more on my writing. I’m
never going to be prolific, but I should be doing more. Time is running out.
So – what can I do? Energy
foods? Throw out the TV? Employ a muse that wields a cattle prod?
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