Healthy chapter

âThey brought us all up to get plenty of fresh air, run around - usually after stray cattle - eat lots of veg and stay away from fake food. My father smoked but gave up when we were kids. He didnât want us to have a justification for smoking too and it worked, though I know it was really hard for him,â says the 32-year-old, whose debut novel, Solace, won Best Irish Newcomer of the Year at the Irish Book Awards in November. The book was also voted Bord GĂĄis Energy Irish Book of the Year for 2011.
Belinda, who lives with husband Aengus Woods in Brooklyn, New York, was visiting her parents when news of the book award arrived.
âThey took it in their stride. I, on the other hand, took the whole night to accept that someone wasnât pulling my leg.â
Solace by Belinda McKeon is published in paperback by Picador.
The usual writerly shape. I sit in a hump at my computer all day, and then force myself out for a walk so that I can talk manically to myself in public. Sheer nervous energy (also known as deadline-terror) does the rest of the exercise for me.
Yes, my father has suffered with angina so Iâm conscious of needing to keep my heart healthy.
I have a smug and virtuous bowl of porridge with fruit most mornings. Continuing on the smug line, I eat very little processed food.
Chocolate Kimberleys.
I get a regular case of the 4ams, worrying about work mainly. Very unoriginal.
I relax the minute I set eyes on my husband. I know - vomit alert and all that, but itâs true.
Don Draper. What, there have to be others?
Maybe bizarrely, petrol is one of my favourite smells. It reminds me of being a child and hanging around the sheds where my father fixed chainsaws.
I lost someone very dear to me, someone who was hugely supportive and inspirational, at the end of last year. She was a whirlwind and a wonder, and Iâve cried a lot since she died. Iâll always miss her.
Iâm less than thrilled about several aspects of my appearance, but you know, itâll do.
Self-pity.
Procrastination.
On this Iâll borrow a line from a friend of mine: âYouâre in my thoughts and what passes for prayersâ.
It doesnât take much. Company, a good book or a good old gossip.