Conor Duggan: Writing Far From Home

Conor Duggan: Writing Far From Home

This is the week for firsts: not only is Conor Duggan my first male guest for writers in the attic, he’s also my first Irish guest, first backpacker, first geologist, first slam-poet, first writer not to use a desk, and a whole heap of other firsts you’ll...
How Liz Gilbert Won Me Over

How Liz Gilbert Won Me Over

Firstly, let me confess: Confession #1: I hated ‘Eat, Pray, Love’. It irritated me from the outset, but I persevered until chapter eight (of the 128 chapters in the book) when I closed the covers once and for all, and I have...
2. Trusting My Voice

2. Trusting My Voice

I think I’ve learnt to do this. Finally. When I started writing, I was embarrassed to show my ignorance, so I tried to sound literary. I’ll show you: ‘The mountain rose out of the horizon and watched over and nourished the district, like a good mother. She sent...
1. Toss the Plan

1. Toss the Plan

Yes, I have a first draft. It’s complete – well, as complete as a first draft can be. It’s printed and sitting on the desk next to me: a pile of A4 paper that looks nothing like a novel. I’ve learnt a lot from writing this draft. Practical things, like how to...
On Squares and Pegs

On Squares and Pegs

Oh, to be round and able to fit into that hole that society has for us. Round is neat and smooth and I’m surrounded by round pegs everywhere I look—at my kids’ schools, my old work colleagues, when I go to the shops. People who can slip into the peg holes society...
Coming Out

Coming Out

  Okay, I’ve decided it’s about time I came out and told everyone that I write. There, I’ve said it. I’ll even say it again: I write. That must make me a writer, although I feel fraudulent saying that. It feels strange,...