I had a random brain thought today (ooooh so dangerous, I know, hehehe you never know what comes out of Jumpy's freaky brain cells)
But, I was thinking back to all the conversations about how you're Irish , and I don't recall ever asking/seeing anyone else ask this, so:
Can you SPEAK Irish too? Fluently???
I am like, intensely curious about that right now. Apologies if it's already been asked though XD
Oh, well not fluently, like I could hold a conversation, and speak for a few hours in broken Irish and English mix - like filling in english words when I can't remember the Irish ones - like my friends and I did on holiday
Another friend of mine did Irish in her degree, and we speak it a lot when we're drunk just for shits'n'giggles, I love Irish, I think it is so much better than English
We're taught it from the age of four in school, five now I think it is, but when I was in school it was four, until the age of eighteen, it's a compulsory subject in school, and I always loved it, a lot of people don't
BUT!!!!!! A lot of fellow Gen Z's (and i think it kinda started at the end of the millenial-Gen Z era) love the language, and there has been a greater respect and love for it in Ireland over the last like twenty years? It is nice to see to be honest - the way it is taught in school is a big problem for most people, but idk, they're babies
In your writing you need to make almost everything you write, mean something. No- forget the almost. If you are writing anything at all that doesn’t mean anything, leave it out. If you have put your character on the corner of South and Pritchett street.... Why? Is is important? Does it mean anything? If it does already have meaning in your book, great! If it doesn’t... make something up. Make it mean something. Why there in particular? Why not somewhere else? Find the meaning in everything you write, and try to really express that to your reader, even if they don’t all get the subtle meanings in every single little thing, someone will. Someone will know. Someone will make all the various little connections that you made.
sudden moodcrash made out of equal parts depressing as fuck bsg and an attempt to talk to my mom about the oncoming Bad Decisions.(just along the lines of "I'm in a headspace I can't articulate and can only follow and it makes all my thoughts and all my decisions suspect but that's just How It's Going to Be.")
and I can't be expected to defend it when I can't explain it. ("if you give it another year you will fall out of love, trust me, trust me you will, everyone does." but it's irrelevant because i wouldn't know how to try.)
and i am not afraid but i also don't have much hope and i have no idea how those equal truths are existing together on the end of this arrow but whatever this shipwreck is i'm going down with it because i can't i can't i can't do anything else.
and it would be more efficient to stop talking because I'll never make this sound like anything more than the unguided choice it is (and i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry that everyone expected more than this.)
(it's like the dreams where i wake up at the end of the world and i am happier than i ever thought possible. i can feel everything burning at the seams and it is so beautiful and i want to be alive oh god i want to be alive.)
ademska replied to your post: “despite her excellent work i never EVER bought sissy spacek as Carrie...”:
i think most people haven't read the book; they're comparing moretz's carrie to spacek's because the expanse of their rubric for comparison IS spacek's carrie.
i know i know. it's just fucking lame. there's nothing edgy or interesting or **gasp** empowering about it whatsoever. not when you know what it should have been.