One glorious month later…

This is a difficult post to, well post because it means that the month of Ireland is over. This past month has been incredible, just absolutely amazing. I’m truly saddened and disappointed it’s over but I do understand that it needs to end. I’ll definitely miss this time in Northern Ireland and I hope I returned soon, and really just return again.

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Being a part of the JHISS Festival

I gotta say it’s been pretty festive affair and it feels so weird to be a part of this amazing annual event. And now I get to say that I am an international entertainer and have been in the paper for my work. Not many people I know can say that. While it was something to be performing and I hope I’ve done the writers justice with my parts, I definitely prefer being the Writer o’er Performer. It was fun nonetheless.

Festive Workshops

I joined a writing for young people workshop along with two other members of the Armagh Amazons, Grace and Sam. It’s been an interesting workshop so far and I’ve been having a good time. The teacher Sheena Wilkinson keeps it a mix between fun and series with interesting and, for me, new writing “exercises”.

First day at the festival

I don’t really have much to say other than it was interesting and entertaining. My workshop, Writing for Young People, was enjoyable and I don’t mind going back . I learned something and had a good time. The event I went to was called All for a Dead Man’s Penny,  and interestingly it was three stories woven into one without losing their ability to stand alone.

Massive levels of Depth in Reflection on Armagh

Looking back to the beginning of this month, god that feels weird to think/write/say, I was borderline euphoric with the fact that I was in Ireland at long last. Everything felt new and amazing, be it the air, water, food, people, roads, stores, etc. I could not help but feel as though I belong (t)here. Now a month later and I’m saddened by the fact that I have to return to the States. Though I am also excited to see my friends and family again and tell them all about the majesty that is Armagh, (North) Ireland.

 

Workshop reflection

“Working” with Nathaniel has been both an interesting experience and very entertaining. I had a lot of fun and felt like I learned a bit more about the whole writing experience especially in regards to creating characters. I would like to see him return for some other Armagh expedition in the future.

Derrick, Derr-poor.

When Derrick was a young man he didn’t have much and his family barely spoke with each other. Animosity seemed to be lurking about anytime two or more family members were in the same room. When he was 13, his older sister ran away with her boyfriend and while she and Derrick were “close” he didn’t find out till the day after.

Since then he always harbors a secret paranoia that those closest to him are always waiting for a chance to leave him behind. Which sometimes makes it hard for him to create any sort of relationship outside the ones he has with his wife and two children. While he may not have many friends that isn’t to say that he keeps to himself, rather quite the opposite. He feels that even is someone were to leave him behind he hopes that they’ll be leaving with fond memories. So he’s often trying to make people around him happy than he might feel at times.

Near the end of his life, he was surprised to find some many people not only cared for him, but also stuck around. He was overjoyed that he meant so much to so many people and that his family stuck around too.

Audience with a madman

I’m not really sure exactly how much the imaginary audience I have in my head that reads/experiences my play. I will say that due to being a stranger in a strange land I am attempting, and hopefully succeeding, in not being a complete fool. I don’t want to go too far in one direction nor do I want to be so afraid of the audience in my head, and eventual in life, that I am unable to proceed as I feel the story should.

My Favowrite character is…

I gotta say it’s kinda tough because I like a lot of the characters everyone created with odd symbols on sheets of white from within their minds. Which is basically what writing is if you think about it, pretty odd huh? Any whovian, if I had a gun to my head and had to choose one, because THAT’S a totally logical scenario right? I guess I would have to say O’Hanlon because even if he is technically a criminal he stands by his principals and shows kindness to his followers and mercy to his enemies when he could easily, and i’m sure some will argue should, kill them.  I admire those qualities in characters whether they be found in stories, plays, poems, myths, life, history, etc. It’s not easy to stand by what you believe even when people tell you otherwise.