When I was a baby blog (let’s face it, I’m still a baby blog) with a measly four or five posts under my belt, two women took notice, scooped me up, and showed me what this blogging thing was all about. They gave me confidence and sisterhood. The dynamic duo I speak of is none other than the incredible mother/daughter writing team, Inion N. Mathair.
Inion N. Mathair is Irish Gaelic for daughter and mother, and is their pseudonym. Together they’ve written two fiction novels, a short story compilation, and now a poetry book is available for purchase, No Rhyme Or Reason.
I feel very fortunate to have them on the blog today and finally do a little paying forward for all their kindness and support. Love you gals!
I’ve wanted to ask you two this forevah: Do you have writing Superstitions? Particular items you must have around you, or certain activities that have to be done before your writing mojo is locked in?
Mathair: Actually….that’s a badass question, Bethie. No one’s ever asked us that before which is strange, because writers are creatures of habit. We’re Irish…which means someone sneezes and we’re making the sign of the cross and tossing salt over our shoulders when it spills. Yes…we always put a movie on, something we’ve seen a million times that will occupy the silence but not distract us. We have an antique iron Celtic Cross that my grandmother Jackie gave me when I was a child. It hangs in our writing room with Inion’s Rosary beads wound around it & a pic of our favorite man (my son & Inion’s brother), Vince. Option B: Inion plugs her ears & turns her music on and I put on my Nirvana DVD.
Who’s a little bit Country, and who’s a little bit Rock ‘N Roll?
Mathair: Well, I’d say personality wise, I’m definitely more Rock-n-Roll, wild, a bit naughty mouthed and outgoing, while Inion is wholly shy, introverted, quiet, and a total opposite of her mama!
You can take ONE of your characters from any of your books on a backpacking trip through Europe. Who’s going with you and why?
Mathair: Kevin Yager (from The Perfect 7). He’s just so much freaking fun!!! He’s the quintessential bad-boy with enough regular guy mojo going on to keep him real and sexy!!! 😉
Inion: Jerry Oberon. You haven’t met this Scottish Delight yet, but he’s the love interest of Asaria in our book due to release, Fall 2014: New Salem Chronicles: The 13 Reapers! A carpenter who works with his hands; he is old school and rugged the way I like them and we always seen Chris Hemsworth playing him!! (she sighs) time to cool off!!! 😉
What’s next for you two?
Well, we’re currently working on the second installment of our Perfect 7 series (The Crazy 8) as well as finishing the details for the big event we’ve organized for our town and fellow artists, The Summer Festival of the Arts. We have a book tour we are readying for this fall and another novel, this one very different about a traveling witch who brings time travel by way of her history class to her students at the private school where she teaches. We recently found out that a fan of our poetry book (with our permission of course) has submitted one of our poems to Rolling Stone Magazine for consideration, “The Birth of Grunge”. AND as of January 2015, we’ll be co-hosting a radio show dedicated solely to the arts, so to say our plate is full is putting it mildly!
In the caveman days a woman’s worth lied in what she killed and cleaned
She’d raise the kids and keep the cave while yielding to her king.
The eighteen hundreds were civilized, though women didn’t last long.
Their corsets kept them short of breath; men liked them weak, not strong.
By the nineteen hundreds we’d found a way to breathe and still look great.
Our corsets gone, the right to vote, replaced desire with fervent hate
Those pesky ropes fit ‘round our necks for being clever witches,
Came a whole new stock of male-fueled pride to persecute them bitches.
At first the appearance polished, left us submissive to obey
But a subtle change in wind my friend; an awakening on the way.
For those that watched the flying nun and Cleaver was no haughty bitch;
We’ll trump your two while scratching through that memorable seven year itch.
A true girl boner for Marilyn, then increased by half a score.
And throw your hat then bow, dear gals, to Mary Tyler Moore.
By 1970 and liberation, the bras were sporting fire.
Now add a kid and Reagan to boot, for Baby Boom desire.
No longer did we burn our bras, ‘stead we covered them in rhinestones.
The skirts were mini, the eye-shadow blue, Aqua Net and giant Cell phones.
Bedazzled sports bras and shoulder pads paint a tawdry, feministic picture.
‘Til the Virgin Madonna taught us more than prayer and sacred scripture.
So here we are, the future gals, and what we’ve learned today,
Is no matter how far our ladies have cum, we still have more to say.
You are a glorious woman and a woman foremost, who always loves to play
And for those who like a slap on the ass, there’s always Fifty Shades of Grey.
HERE’S WHERE YOU CAN FIND THESE FABULOUS LADIES: