I am a con artist. A fake. A liar. I weave lies into my life as often as the truth, and I could not exist without them. I would be a paper girl, standing on bending legs without my golden spool of fake. Except for the simple fact that who I am striving to deceive is… Continue reading How I Get Out of Bed
What is 'character'? We're obsessed with building it, developing it, downright finding it. Or at least I am. Yet it was only today that I truly asked myself what I believe character to be. As a writer, I am fixated upon imagining up characters that are the right mixture of complex, intriguing and… Continue reading Character Building Stuff
To me, the concept of something has always been easier to accept than the thing itself. For example, when I six, the concept of going down the water slide was much easier than actually forcing myself off of the ledge with one small push. I understood the theory of the action, but it didn't translate… Continue reading The Concept of Adulthood
// This Girl // One decade ago, a girl of thirteen played with the silver band around her wrist. A friendship knot design. There is a lot to be learned at thirteen and perhaps sometimes, too much. But this girl was excited. This girl was ready. One year ago, a girl of twenty-two slept… Continue reading // This Girl //
There have been nights when the coldest winds have come from me. I am the centre of the deepest darkness of the eclipse. Perhaps I have even consumed those around me. Is that possible? Their love inhaled, transformed into something foul and turned inwards. And yet, now more creature than human, even on the harshest… Continue reading Unpublished Whispers #4 – Winter’s Swallow
Hello everyone, For the duration of July and a portion of August, I traveled to Tanzania meaning that the last time I blogged was in June. So enjoy another rambling installment direct to you from my mind - Imagination Vs. Logic: Tanzania I have lived a life categorized by lines and neatness. For as… Continue reading Imagination and Logic in Tanzania
"Queens rise and fall with your breath. A sharp intake, stunned at my intellect, perhaps? A low hiss, affronted by my confidence? Let me ask you this, and only this; What happens when you stop breathing?" - Unpublished Whispers, Queen's Independence
Hello there, My name is Jennifer O'Connor, and as you likely know, this is my blog. I am so grateful for you, for clicking onto this page. In short, I am a twenty-two year old Irish student and this summer, I am travelling abroad to Tanzania to teaching story-telling and creative writing in the Olive… Continue reading Creative Writing in Tanzania
Hello everyone, I'm back again with more musings and ramblings. This time I wanted to speak about the personality of a writer and how difficult it can be to understand, which came into focus for me at the International Literary Festival in Dublin where I won a 'Date with An Agent'. Enjoy, Jennifer x ------------------------------------------------------------------… Continue reading The Writer’s Personality & ILF 2017
(This is the beginning of my new series, Unpublished Whispers, which I'm going to start where I publish the snippets of books I've started and never finished, and likely never will. They will all be short and sweet, for the aim of expressing the main themes I adore writing I hope you enjoy!) The Distance… Continue reading Unpublished Whispers #2 – Distance Between Us
