Writing is a strange and solitary pursuit. Unless you’re actually standing in front of a crowd, (or the handful of brave souls who pass for crowds in literary circles), reading your work, you can often wonder if anyone is appreciating what you write. Sometimes you’d kill for a little feedback, even something negative, just to prove that your work is actually being read.
This week I received a really encouraging email from my favourite cousin who has been living and working in China for the last few years. Her job involves teaching English as a foreign language to students in a university. About a year ago I emailed her a few short stories and I was delighted to find out that her English reading group have been working their way through my stories and are now asking for more to be sent over. I can only imagine what Chinese teenagers made of reading Ballymena-based magic realism in their second language but it was a real treat to get feedback from the other side of the planet and i’ll be spending my weekend putting together a wee collection of shorts to keep them reading for the next year.