Stepping outside my Comfort Zone: My first public reading of a very personal book. Eeek!

Images courtesy of Wally O’Neill, Red Books, Wexford town

With the official launch of my book coming up, I couldn’t turn down the offer of a ‘practise run’ at talking about it in public at a recent event at Red Books in Wexford town. Red Books is a new addition to the town, having recently expanded operations from Bridgetown – where the ‘Smallest Bookshop in Ireland’ still operates from its quirky, floor-to-ceiling stacked premises on the main street of the village. The Wexford shop, in St. Peter’s Square (by the band-stand), is considerably larger and Wally O’Neill, the proprietor, runs a packed schedule of writing and reading groups, live music, as well as regular readings/launches/events for local authors. He is an avid supporter of locally produced music and writing, and this is reflected in the stock held in the shop. Wexford is so full of creativity right now that a de’Medici character like Wally (who is also a talented, hilarious writer in his own right) is just what the place needs!

The event in question was a ‘Support Local Authors’ event, where 18 recently published books by 15 local authors were highlighted in the run-up to Christmas. I was invited to read on the night, and it was only after I agreed to do it that I realised how difficult and complicated it was going to be. To start with, the idea of speaking in public in any kind of formal way terrifies me. I’ve spent so much time alone over the past few years, and that doesn’t do your social confidence any good at all. Secondly, my book is so personal. It’s one thing writing something and imagining somebody else reading it – I had fully prepared myself for the likelihood that people who did and didn’t know me would be reading about some of my deepest, darkest secrets. But I had never imagined being around as they read it, and I certainly hadn’t imagined what it would be like to read passages of my book aloud to a crowd. I was unsure about what chapter to read on the night – I knew that I wanted to send out a strong message about particular themes, but I wasn’t at all confident about how I would manage reading some of the content aloud with an audience present.

Thankfully, it all worked out just fine. There was a difficult moment, when I was reading about some of the horrors my children endured. It was impossible to read without being brought right back to that terrible time. My voice faltered and emotions overtook me briefly. But I pushed through my nerves and the grief and continued to read to a packed crowd, comforted by the easy company, friendliness and encouragement of the other local writers – and the kindest group of readers a writer could wish for! It isn’t easy to expose yourself like that, but I’m glad I did it and I’m looking forward to doing it again.



The event attracted local and national media coverage – and I got some incredible feedback on ‘This is Me’. I’m delighted to have it stocked alongside books from other local writers there on the night, such as Billy Roche, Eamonn Colfer and Emma Ennis, to name just a few.

Next up – the launch!

For more info on the book please visit my amazon author page :

http://www.amazon.com/author/margaretbyrneauthor

Media coverage of the ‘Support Local Authors’ event:

https://www.irishmirror.ie/whats-on/arts-culture-news/gathering-authors-wexford-support-local-21068045?



A Published Writer – at last.

Flights to Malta booked in celebration!

Well, it’s been a busy fortnight! My autobiographical book ‘This is Me – Memoirs of a Life in Progress’ is now available on Amazon, and has already made its way to a number of local bookstores, with more being added. I’ve had the first feedback from people who know me, as well as from strangers. I’ve visited bookshops and launch venues, organised press releases and sorted author’s pages on amazon. It’s a whirlwind here in my little world at the moment, and I am enjoying it all so much.
Seeing boxes of books arrive over the past few days has been really special, with my name on the cover and my story and pictures inside. It really was so much work to get to this point – and it is hugely rewarding to see it all come together.

There was trepidation with the arrival of the books as well. Although I had planned to write about my experiences for most of my life, knowing that people are now reading my story has been unnerving. I’ve exposed myself, and have found myself feeling quite vulnerable at times throughout the process. Luckily enough, people have been wonderfully encouraging so far. I’ve even had conversations with some readers whose lives have been impacted in some way by sexual abuse, rape and incest. We can’t be afraid or ashamed to discuss these things.

Batches of books en route to local shops

The excitement of everything that is happening is incredible. The reception so far has really been above and beyond anything I could have expected. At a local level the support has been phenomenal. Wexford people really are special – this county will forever hold a very special place in my heart.

All of the soul-searching, reflection and immersing myself in old memories has left me in a somewhat strange place. Looking back over my life when I am alone, I can’t help but think how cruel the world outside can be. As I type, so many people are suffering in pain because of the injustices of this world. I will carry on speaking out, and I am counting down the days to my annual Malta trip – which I booked in an air of celebration last week. You have to keep looking forwards.

My author page can be found on Amazon – www.amazon.com/author/margaretbyrneauthor

The Editor Take-Over

The last of my bare-footed, bare-armed beach strolls for this year!

I’ve had a exciting and busy week with all of this book release prep – I’ve been organising launch venues, securing stockists and trying to take some time out for myself as well. I’ve also had a house-sale fall through, which is hard to take, but there is little point in becoming stuck in the mud about something which is completely outside of my control. I’ll keep motoring on! For this blog installment (and one more), I’ve asked my editor, Lisa Fay-Davin, to compose a guest post discussing the process she brought my manuscript through and she has graciously agreed. I’ll leave you in her capable hands…

Lisa Fay-Davin

Editing ‘This is Me’

Part 1 of 2

I first met Margaret almost a decade ago. It wasn’t a literary meeting. I sold a shetland pony to her, adding the bold little monkey to the menagerie of creatures surrounding her cottage in the hills of deep, rural Wexford. She was funny, kind and brimming with Dublin-accented personality. A friendship was struck up through our joint love of animals, but it was to be a good number of years before our paths were to cross in person again.

When we did finally meet again I was renting a yard from a farmer in Davidstown, Co. Wexford, where I bred, broke and competed young horses in my spare time. Margaret ended up dating the farmer for a little while (this turned out to be a crazy story in the end – wild – I should leave the details for Margaret’s next book…!), and so we came into regular contact over this period. Margaret told me about her plans to write a book about the things that had happened in her life up until that point. There were old recordings she was going over, she told me. And there were so many secrets she didn’t want to keep to herself anymore. I smiled and encouraged her, but I’m not sure I ever expected to hear anything more on the subject. I talk to people every single day with similar plans, but the percentage who manage to carry these plans through to fruition is negligible. Still, I knew she had a powerful and important story to tell, and hoped that she would get around to it one day.

When the completed manuscript arrived in my inbox early this year, I was overjoyed and dumbstruck. I couldn’t believe the amount of work Margaret had put into it. I knew it must have taken a tremendous amount of willpower to delve in like that, and particularly at such a sorrowful time in her life. I immediately agreed to do the necessary editing, hoping to help her make the manuscript the best it could be – and so the process began.

Over the next few months I went through every chapter in the book, re-organising much of it, but always working within Margaret’s well-structured framework and always focused on remaining true to her voice. Indeed, there wasn’t much linear editing to do throughout the book at all. Far less than with some other, very experienced writers whose work I have loaned my editing skills to. Margaret can write – her only concern is the need for an editor to organise spelling and occasionally grammatical errors. That could be said for most of us – and it would be a shame for someone with a distinctive voice who has a story to tell to be discouraged from their publishing dreams just because they feel uncomfortable with their presentation. There are editors out there – tell your story.

Upon completion of each chapter I emailed the updated documents to Margaret, and cleared up any inconsistencies that arose along the way. Sometimes I asked her to give more detail. For the most part however, the completed manuscript is just a tidied-up version of the manuscript that arrived in my inbox back in the early months of the year. It is Margaret’s story, Margaret’s way, and it really is an honour to have played such an intimate-feeling part in its inception.

Once the manuscript was complete, I had a chat to Margaret about what she was going to do with it. It was obvious that this was a deeply personal book. The layout was important – there were images/letters and so forth to go through and perhaps include. And with that my next job was born – formatting the book. I’ll talk about that in the next post Margaret has asked me to do. Until then, I’m off to do some e-book formatting…

Thanks for having me šŸ™‚

My First Blog Post

Beginnings…

“A life filled with love must have some thorns, but a life empty of love will have no roses.”

— Anonymous

Greetings from a cold, damp mountainside in County Wexford… The clocks have just gone back and the newly darkened evenings close around me like a choke-hold – or a cozy blanket – depending on the day that’s in it. This year the darkness and isolation of the impending winter feels less ominous than it did a year ago.

My mam passed away two years ago this very month, breaking my heart into raw, weeping fragments as she left. I began to question everything. What was the point in life that brought such pain to so many people? What was my role and purpose now my children were grown and I was no longer a full-time carer for my mam? I began to think about all of the difficult things I had experienced throughout my lifetime and, although I got caught up in bitterness at times, my thoughts naturally progressed to the good things, the mediocre things.

I remembered how I had always wanted to write a book about my journey through life. So many things had happened which I had never had the opportunity to speak out about – so many secrets, so many lies and injustices. And so I sat down in my little sun-room here in the hills of Wexford and began to write, memories flooding my waking and dreaming existences as I committed them to paper.

The single-mindedness that getting this done required didn’t come from any natural writer’s instincts on my part. I don’t read a tonne of literature, and I won’t be able to quote you apt impressive text from even more impressive heavy-weight writers. I wasn’t particularly good at school and I would get nothing fit for print without help from an editor. I’m not the person anyone would have expected to sit down and write a book. But there are different books for different purposes, and I really do believe that everyone has an interesting story to tell. After all, isn’t literature all about portraying human truth? I had a story I felt I needed to tell, and knowing this gave me the incentive to keep going with it.

The next few weeks are going to be busy as I get ready to launch the book I am thrilled I managed to finish, while also organising a house sale and the start of a brand new chapter in my life. Come back often to follow my journey:) Margaret x

The view from my hillside cottage – you could find worse places to write a book…

The Thorn Birds

Instead of a standard ‘about me’ introduction, I thought I’d share a few lines from a novel (not my own!) that mean a lot to me.

There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one.

Then, singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the lngest, sharpest spine. And dying, it rises above its own agony to outcarol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song, existence the price.

But the whole world stills to listen, and God in His heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain…Or so says the legend.

From ‘The Thorn Birds’ by Colleen McCullough