What started out as a hypnotherapy session with the ‘dreadlocks guy’ from the local five-a-side football team, quickly turned into so much more… It’s not your typical ‘meet cute’, but this is how my debut novel, The Heirloom, starts out. Set in my hometown of Galway, it follows the story of Amanda, a young woman… Continue reading The Story Behind The Story
I sometimes wonder what kind of advice would have helped me five years ago, before publishing my first book. Or if I would have heeded any of it. With that in mind, here’s a little checklist for anyone starting out on their writing journey… Get a good chair. I have done my best to ignore… Continue reading So You Want To Be A Writer…
Up until this week, my novel was a manuscript bound by little more than hope and a dream. But now, The Story Collector has been enveloped by a design that I have to say, I love! So without further ado, here it is… I am not exaggerating when I say my publisher (Urbane Publications) was… Continue reading My Book Has A Face!
It’s almost 2018 and you know what that means? The Year of The Story Collector!! No other books will be published this year, well, none that matter anyway 😉 And what’s more, I have my date (which oddly makes me feel like I’m getting married). The Story Collector will be available to read on… 14th… Continue reading 2018 – New Year, New Book
Want to celebrate the season with a little more calm and a little less crazy? Then this one’s for you. We’re surrounded by it. Magazines and TV shows have been telling me how to slow-roast a turkey since November and how to ‘get my sparkle on’. But the funny thing is, we went through all… Continue reading christmas, with a little c
As most of you will not have noticed at all, because you have your own lives, I’ve been taking a bit of a break from social media. And it has been good. While most writers talk about taking a break from writing, I’m talking about a break from being ‘visible’, ‘out there’ and ‘switched on’. … Continue reading A Writer’s Holiday
Life is funny. I never thought I’d find myself down an old country lane, asking a tatooed mechanic, “Is this the right way for the portal to the Otherworld?” Only in Ireland, as they say. But wait, I’m getting ahead of myself. As anyone who has read my stories will know, I have a bit… Continue reading Finding The Otherworld