Reality is Real

The comedy wildlife awards are here again. It’s one of my favourite annual events and yet I noticed something slightly different this year. When the announcement came my first thought (and it arrived very quickly) was that these images were probably AI-generated. But the source was trustworthy, I reminded myself, and therefore the cute pictures were once again available for some heartfelt giggles.

What a sad turn of affairs. I never wanted to be the cynical person of the group, always pointing out that things might not be what they seem, or reminding all the sweetly-accepting people around me that you can’t trust anyone these days. When did I become like this? I feel sad that one of my happiest activities (looking at cute animals on the internet) is now clouded with uncertainty and mistrust. AI is all over the place lately and I don’t like it. I have to use it at work and I don’t like it. As an author and creative I really REALLY don’t like it (writing a book is long and hard for us humans). 

But is the bubble going to burst? Is it ‘super’ rather than ‘artificial’? Is it going to grow so big while learning from its own slop that it ends up eating itself? One can only hope. 

At any rate, here are the comedy wildlife award winners. From a giraffe with mad hair to a ballet-dancing hawk, they’re real and gorgeous and funny. It might be slightly harder these days to find the beauty in real life but it’s still there. Let’s hold onto that.

Is it Here?

There must be a part of my brain that simply refuses to believe that my book has arrived in the world. From selling out at the launch (this never happens apparently, bookshop No Alibis were surprised and delighted) to struggling to see it in Waterstones. Is it here? Why yes, yes it is. And it’s so beautiful.

We sold out at the launch! What?
Follow me as I step into the Big Easons on O’Connell Street, Dublin
I didn’t see it! For ages! How embarrassing…

What Just Happened?

On Stage!

Well it’s been quite a time. The month of May has left my mind tired and my heart full. To see my book out in the world continues to be amazing and surreal, and the love from readers and supporters just keeps coming. I’m truly grateful.

One Year is now out in the world and (in case it wasn’t obvious) I still can’t believe it. Thank you Gill Books for being talented and clever and pushing me to make this book shine. Thank you everyone for buying it, reading it, telling others about it and generally being wonderful. More soon but meantime I’m still doing publicity and resting in the knowledge that my book will find its way to anyone who needs it.

Capacity

Going for a walk during my writing retreat at The River Mill, Downpatrick

Having recently experienced an enforced re-start due to job loss, I couldn’t help but notice that despite initial anxiety and sadness, my capacity increased almost immediately. Following several months of stress at work (and knowing deep down that all was not well with the project funding) I hadn’t realised that I was withdrawing. It was little things at first: saying no to invites from friends and feeling like I was moving in slow motion. Then it was bigger things: feeling flat about something that usually brought me joy, being easily irritated, sighing a lot.

In short, I was not myself.

When I cleared out my shelves of all the printed stories and poems – the ones I had brought into prison groups over the last few years – I finally accepted that my dream job was over. Being able to show in practice what literature can do, even in the darkest place, was honestly one of the best things I could have done with my life. With The Reader (they read! for work!) I had found my tribe. So as I nudge forwards towards the next chapter, I’m grateful that my capacity for joy has returned. I notice things. I laugh easily. I can breathe again. We tend to sit under clouds and hardly notice that the sun is no longer shining. Days become days and the world turns.

Image by Nini Kvaratskhelia on Pixabay