It’s usually around this time that I’m asked to share any advice I might have for the newest college freshers and I look over my shoulder, panicked, searching for a Real Adult in the vicinity. 

For a while, it felt as if I was the only author in Ireland who hadn’t gone on an artist’s retreat to the famed Tyrone Guthrie Centre in Monaghan. 

Keep fighting. The human instinct to survive is stronger than you could ever imagine, writes Louise O'Neill

We think we should struggle in life. But really, all we have to do is let go and ask a higher power for help, writes Louise O’Neill

I was adamant that I was not going to be one of those writers who constantly drones on about their ‘process’ — don’t mind me, I don’t have any notions! I promise! — but when I made the decision to take this summer to refill the creative well before starting a new book in the autumn, I found myself becoming the very thing which I despise. (I’m so sorry.)

Yes, the fashion industry itself has many issues but at its very best, it is an art form. And isn’t feminism, at its very core, about choice? asks Louise O’Neill

IT WAS the start of June, really, that it became glaringly apparent to me that I was at my edge, says Louise O’Neill.

When I realised the date of the referendum to repeal the Eighth Amendment might clash with a work commitment in London, I immediately set about organising a postal vote, writes Louise O’Neill.

“Are you nervous?” This was the question people kept asking me before the premiere of Asking For It, the stage adaptation of my novel of the same name, writes Louise O’Neill.

People often ask how, as an ould wan writing fiction for young adults, I stay up to date with whatever slang that the Youth of Today are using. (Wait, is slang not cool to say anymore? Wait, is cool not cool to say anymore? HELP ME.) I usually reply by saying that I’m extremely immature, writes Louise O’Neill.