Spring is nearly here and so is my latest book.

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I can hardly believe that my next book will hit the shelves in a couple of months. I have worked so hard on this new book and I am totally in love with it. To write it I decided to go back to my fascination with Ireland’s past. Ireland  has changed almost beyond recognition.  This book begins’s on New Years Eve 1949 in a town called Draheen in Ireland. A town that has it’s own rules to live by.  A town of good and evil. A town of light and dark. A town of love and hate.

I will share the cover and some more details soon. Sheila. x

Sheila Forsey. Author. Creative Writing Workshops.

Sheila Forsey is an Irish Times best selling author. Her debut novel, Mending Lace was published by Endeavor Media, London. She has recently signed a three part book deal with Poolbeg Press.  Her agent is The Trace Literary Agency in America.

Sheila completed the certificate course in creative writing through Maynooth University. She has a rich background in drama.

She hosts creative writing workshops for beginners. She also works as a mentor for aspiring writers.

 

Finally getting that book deal

After many months and perhaps years of putting pen to paper, my writing became a novel. The novel through some miraculous journey found a wonderful agent with The Trace Literary Agency in America.

By another little miracle, it has been signed by a London Publisher.  It will be published later this year.

After all the hopes, prayers and sleepless nights, I am so grateful that the doors of publishing are being gently opened for me.

It is a contemporary novel with a sense of the past. Because the past can add the dreams of our youth but can also haunt us with the memories that we may choose to forget.

I am so thankful for the chance to begin this journey.

I will post more details of the publication of my debut novel as soon as they are decided.

Bye for now and thank you for dropping by,

Sheila. x

 

Echoes of running free.

My father liked to tie old buckets high up in the rafters of the sheds of our farm, he did this so that the birds would have a safe place to nest. They thanked him for this by producing large numbers of little babies that sang constantly as he went about his work. We had a menagerie of animals. Cows, calves, hedgehogs, cats, dogs, even a peacock that liked to show off his rainbow fan of feathers whenever he felt he was lacking attention.

The seasons were welcomed, each had their own job. In summer we mopped our brows as we carried in bales of hay and straw and longed for 99’s and bottles of lilt to quench our thirst.  Autumn was a little quieter as the molten brown and russet red leaves covered the yard, the pace of life slowing with the onset of the fall. In winter, the calves with their soft baby hair and hungry cries would begin to arrive breaking the stillness of the darkest of nights. Then spring would bring renewal and energy as the yellow mist of the daffodils greeted us.  My summer was filled, free as a bird with a bike and a terrier dog, long golden days to run wild or just be.

Looking back I was like lots of little children brought up in rural Ireland, we thought it was normal to run off up the hills and only come back when our bellies called out to us. No one worried too much other than getting caught in the rain or into mischief.

Now many years later  I search for places to bring my own children so they can experience what we took as our rite of passage.

One place full of magical hiding places is the priory in Kell’s village, not far from the city of Kilkenny.  This beautiful old ruin is situated along Kings’s river. Once a place of worship, it looks more like a fortress. You can  feel the history seep out of the grey walls.

It  is nestled  in  a green field often filled with sheep. As you park and walk down towards this monastic site with it’s rambling walls and hidden past, you will know you have discovered a magical little gem. the perfect place to remember how it is to be carefree.