Sometimes I feel

The world is not enough

To keep me.

So when I feel

like the world

is not

for me

I see it new.


The birds that hop around my garden

The smiles of those who leave a print




day by


A cup of tea every morning or

Pancakes that are specially made in a café filled with unmatched chairs.


I hold on to a collection of notebooks, pens and sketch books,

I smell the salt from the air on the beach

My dogs curled up like cushions as I listen to 

The sounds of rushing water against our skylight window

Raining again.

And here I am

indulging in

all the sights and sounds of what could be

When the world is just enough

to keep me grounded still.

– K.M.L Quinn

In my writing journal, I’m a big fan of scribbling down the things I’m grateful for every day. I tend to focus on the little things, and remind myself throughout the day that I’ll be making note of them later. As a result, I start to appreciate everything in the moment. This piece of writing was an exploration of that idea; I imagined a character who was thinking about what they truly appreciated in life, even if their daily anxieties, at times, overwhelmed them. I did steal some of the things that made me happy (the dogs and notebooks being my two absolute favorites), but that was very much intentional: I do think it’s important when writing to give your characters a little bit of your soul. Anyway, happy reading!

A surprise snippet…

‘Do you remember the Faery Tale, about the Fisherman’s son?’

Ekus put his hands in his pockets. ‘Of course.’

She smiled.

Ekus pitied her, even though she didn’t look remotely sad. She was talking about own her child. The one that, just one hundred years ago, passed away. There were rumours about him, a Faery Tale as she described it. Fluttering whispers that he was to be great and powerful. They were just rumours, of course, but rumours can be just as dangerous as monsters.

This is a snippet from my very first novel! It gives absolutely nothing away, just like I intended (ma-ha-ha-ha!). To be honest, I’m not even sure if this snippet made the final draft, but the tension and the mysterious give-away-nothing smiles have remained, so don’t fret too much. I have also decided to post up a bonus story from the book soon, only because it too didn’t make the final draft. Regardless, it’s filled with magic and mystery. That’s all you can ask for in life, really.

So Mighty Are We

We are all
just that little
bit lost

In a place that’s
much bigger, Much
than We

But that doesn’t matter
What matters is

We are all teachers and
builders and dreamers
We are stars, we are atoms
We are mountains and

We are the thunder that
rolls though the sky,
We are the tears that flow
When we cry

So next time You
Lonely or
Lost in this place,
Remember these words
when the unknown
You do face:

In a place that’s
much bigger, Much
than We,
this place may be
mighty –
but so mighty
are We.

– K.M.L. Quinn

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child (and the eleven-year-old girl)

Harry Potter has been a part of my life ever since I was an eleven-year-old girl. One who, I will freely admit, wasn’t a huge reader. Books never really interested me before Harry. I had read books, but I was more of an explorer than a reader. One that went outside and always came back with cuts, scratches and a story. The type that played with dinosaur toys and Pokémon cards. I also really enjoyed the Nintendo 64. In fact, when I was seven I was told by my teacher that I would never be a writer, because I had never really taken to reading. For the record, she didn’t just randomly announce this in class; she was scolding me for purchasing a fairytale book, rather than a proper “three-hundred-pager” from the school magazine. I was confused; I didn’t see the problem with my five-hundred word story. After all, fairies were the creatures that existed in my back garden, in the big old oak tree and beyond that, in the fields past the road to Mary’s house. I just wanted to know more about them, and that’s why I bought (with my pocket money) the unexpectedly controversial book. I didn’t tell her that though, I just sat in silence and listened to what she had to say. My teacher had told me that I wasn’t a reader, and to a child, a teacher’s words define who you are. So for a long time after that, I was Karen, the girl who didn’t read. Karen, the girl who wouldn’t write.

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New article available online!


I wrote an article for Into Film, encouraging young people to get into screenwriting.  You can check it out here. So if you know, or have, any young eager minds out there who want to write the next big movie, then tell them to check this out! I would also recommend exploring the Into Film website. It’s bursting with loads of helpful hints and tips on becoming a filmmaker, with plenty of competitions and opportunities too. I was delighted they asked me to write this article, because they’re in my opinion, one of the best organisations out there! Have fun kids, go make some films.



North West Words


I am very lucky to be taking part in this event. North West Words do an amazing job of promoting  arts in the North West of Ireland, so I’m very excited to meet everyone involved. If you’re in Donegal and  fancy some cake (and a story or two) come along! It’s going to be held in Café Florence, Letterkenny, Thursday 26th January at 8pm.