Writers Block and My Chance To Get You Interested :Guest Post by Author Kerry Dwyer

Suzy invited me to her lovely blog here and told me that I could write about whatever I wanted.
After all I’m a writer aren't I?  That is what writers do, don’t they? They write. What a fantastic
opportunity for me to show you all what I can do. You will be so impressed after reading the sort of
thing that I am able of conjuring up just by sitting and tapping at my keyboard that you will run out
in droves to buy my book. I can hear you all shouting it out in the streets now – “Hey did you read
that brilliant, excellent, witty, intelligent post by Kerry Dwyer on Suzy’s blog?  Boy does she have a
way with words!”

Yep.

Well so far nothing brilliant has sprung to mind.

I Know you have all read my other author interviews (if you haven't then go and read them now) where I say that 'Ramblings in Ireland' virtually wrote itself. I just started thinking about it and let my mind wander and that did it. So why can't I do it now? Where is Freud when I need him? Where are my meanderings and witticisms, my asides and charming memories? You see I am writing in questions rather than answers. This is because I don't yet have an answer. I have writer's block or I have lost my muse or I have run out of inspiration, however you want to phrase it I have nothing to give you.  Apparently I am a genius writing about nothing, my friend Paulette told me so. She said I’m like the Seinfeld Show. So now I’ll have to look that up on Google instead of concentrating on writing nothing for you guys. Hold on a moment while I look at Wikipedia.


American Comedian who does a stand up comedy act portraying a semi fictional version of himself.
He doesn’t look anything like me and he is older than I am. I have more hair than he does. He is
American and I am British so we speak a similar language. We are both Aries, is that a good thing?
He lives in New York and I live in South West France. He has three children I have one. My husband
has three but he’s a Virgo so that gets us no closer really.  I don’t think I’m semi fictional either, how would you know? I would have to watch an episode of the show to see if we are very similar, can you wait while I watch YouTube?


Well that was fun. I brought up YouTube and looked up the Seinfeld Show. One of the shows on the
side bar was called ‘The Nothing Pitch’ –is that spooky or what? I’ve never heard of the Seinfeld
Show but I guess it’s big in America. When I first came to France people would say things to me like
‘that’s funny, just like that woman on ‘Scenes de menages’’, except they would say it in French. Of
course I didn’t have a clue what they were talking about because I’d never watched French
television.  If you speak French then you should look up that series on YouTube, well maybe not
humour doesn’t always travel well.  This is one of the better TV comedy shows I am told. The French
tend to prefer slapstick humour which is at least an improvement over the very vulgar humour of the 70's 80's when Coluche was in his heyday and even the French complained about it. He was sacked by two radio stations for vulgarity but he was very popular.

As the British tell jokes about the Irish and the Americans joke about the Polish so the French joke
about the Belgians. This makes jokes easily translatable, simply think of an Irish or Polish joke, (or a blond joke for that matter) and substitute Belgian.  The sillier it is the more the French will love it.
Play on word jokes don’t work. My long suffering husband is often in the position of being surrounded by people speaking English. When I visit my parents for example I naturally speak with them in English, as does my daughter and any of their English speaking visitors. He tries very hard to follow the conversations but if too many people are speaking or if we speak really fast he doesn’t follow. He loves a good joke and I often have to give him very long translations of word play jokes first explaining what the two words are that sound similar and how in context this made it funny. It really isn’t funny after all that explanation anyway so I don’t know why he continues to ask for translations, it’s not like it’s a joke he can tell his mates at work.

I will end with a big thank you to Suzy for letting me write a guest post on her blog and a big apology to all you followers for giving you a lot about nothing.

This is not simply a book about rambling in Ireland.

It tells the tale of one particular walking trip and the memories and musings it inspired.

Exploring the West of Ireland is a time for meditation, spiritual reflection and strengthening the bonds of life. More practically the ability to read a map might have proved helpful. The tourist office in Ireland has all their paths clearly marked. You can’t go wrong if you follow that little yellow man. Or can you?

As British ex-patriate Kerry Dwyer leads Bertrand, her trusting French husband, astray once more, they reminisce and reflect upon accents and accidents, family and friends, love and what it means to be alive. Bertrand doesn’t mind getting lost - he loves Kerry all the more for going off the beaten track.

Walk with Kerry and Bertrand and follow where your thoughts lead you.

Kerry Dwyer was born in Yorkshire, England. She was educated in the Home Counties. She spent nearly twenty five years working in finance in Europe and America before moving to South West France where she still lives. She works as an English Teacher to adults and writes in her spare time.

Her first book, "Ramblings in Ireland," was inspired by a holiday walking in Cork and Kerry with her French husband. She explores the cross channel cultural differences and rambles in the true Freudian sense.

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