There are two things I want to ramble on about today.  First is the importance of community, specifically, having the privilege of being a part of a community of writers.  Over the past few years I’ve been fortunate to have three vehicles for developing such a community.  The first, and most recent (and most obvious) is the blogging world.  That’s you, guys.  I’ve been doing this for a few months now and I can already see that my friendships are taking me from Thailand to South Africa to Germany to Birmingham…and beyond.  My publisher, bluechrome, has also launched me into a circle of poets, short story writers and novelists which is cradling me through my entry into the wacky world of being a published novelist.  But there is another vehicle towards the creation of my community which I really want to talk about today.  I have had the incredible pleasure and privilege of going to the amazing Writer’s retreat, Anam Cara, in West Cork.  There, the creator of the space has lent me a home away from home, an ear, a hideaway, a boost.  It is amazing to know that there are places like these in the world, and even more, people out there who create them.  I’ve met many wonderful artists there, but today I am having the treat of seeing two of them.  Tonight, I am meeting with a writer you will all be hearing great things from soon, I’m sure, called Kate Beswick.  Although we live just a few miles away from each other, we met in Ireland and now we have a writer’s group together.  Kate and the rest of the group are some of the most talented and generous writers I have ever met, and I really do count myself lucky to have fallen into their laps.  But today, quite separately, I also had lunch with another fellow Anam Cara-ite, Vanessa Gebbie.  Vanessa is another incredibly talented lady, but you don’t have to take my word for it.  She has won or been a finalist in some of the most important fiction competitions around, including the Bridport and Fish, and has recently had her first short story collection published by Salt called Words from a Glass Bubble, (see the fantastic review in the latest MsLexia!). So why am I going on about all this?  Well, as the launch of Tangled Roots gets closer and closer, and I get more and more susceptible to bouts of panic and hysteria, I am looking around for support and finding that my world these days is so much more full than it was a mere few years ago — although I’ve always been blessed with wonderful friends, I can now count among them people who truly understand the crazy task I have set for myself and the sometimes insane way I spend most of my time.  I belong to a community of writers now, and I couldn’t be more grateful.

Ok.  I’ve been very mushy — wine with lunch always does that.  But for bearing with me through it I’ll now give you a tip.  If you are anywhere near London, try to go see “The Tragical History of Dr. Faustus” now playing at the Landor Theatre in Clapham.  The Landor is one of those fabulous little London fringe theatres where theatre comes alive, where you can see the most amazing innovative pieces and feel like you are really a part of the theatre world.  And this production, directed by the enormously creative John Wright, is simply astounding.  Just imagine — 90 minutes without an interval and you don’t squirm once.  Christopher Marlowe’s words told to hoops of laughter.  The program says it best:

Some of the most dramatic verse ever written and some splendid
comedy to go with it.  Dance, song, the dulcet tones of the ukulele; a touch
of ventriloquism; smoke, mirrors and cheap tricks.  All in the words of 
Christopher Marlowe (but not necessarily in the right order).
This is something special.  See it if you can — and if you can’t, find a way to bring it to a theatre near you.  It’s too good to miss!