by Thomas Bartlett | May 25, 2016 | #ABP, #writing, ABP, blog, childhood memories, Drinking, France, Ireland, Italy, meloncholy, writing |
I saw him the other day in Galway, the dangerous guy in every bar. His knuckles are the old bone keys for the crypts, a small man with furtive laser eyes, sunk in with malicious disappointments at things happening that he expected, he expects the worse, lives inside...
by Thomas Bartlett | Jul 23, 2015 | #writing, childhood memories, guilt, time |
How to Work From Home: Stay Guilty So obviously the week starts on Monday then it’s Thursday, which is of course practically Sunday, and I’m back sitting there doing nothing Sunday evening wondering why I never get anything done, all the while...
by Thomas Bartlett | Jun 12, 2015 | #humour, childhood memories, writing |
As a neurotic maniacal child I always had a strong desire to use bad language. I was the eldest child, so as any other eldest (best) child can vouch for I grew up with rules the equivalent of a gulag’s. In this gulag of the mind (ahem) bad language was seen as the...
by Thomas Bartlett | May 29, 2015 | #writing, blog, childhood memories, Fiction, writing, writing tips |
Broken Wing “I was born before I died maybe thirty years ago. I have survived nothing of note, nor have I endured. I have lied and blagged my way through my years. As a child I would copy off the dumber kids having noticed two things; they got more attention and...
by Thomas Bartlett | May 27, 2015 | #writing, blog, childhood memories, Fiction, Ireland, modernlife, Novel, writing |
Broken Wing “I had real friends at that time who surprised me now and then, this was seldom and it just gave succour to my feeling, that everybody stared ahead afraid. We used to walk to lakes away from anything, and hide there from nothing. We would throw...
