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 | Jul 15, 2015 | #humour, #writing, book, Fiction, horror |
Me Versus the Six Foot Rat Sunk in the sofa, squirrelling away my life, the street had gone quiet. But then this was South Dublin, it was traffic or nothing really. I listened for the familiar sounds of people driving around and around enjoying their lives, nothing....
by Thomas Bartlett | Jul 8, 2015 | #writing, classics, Novel, reading, thrillers |
My Reading Life 4: Books I reread. Listen while you read……. Like the television show that allows brain inactivity, the child’s blanket drenched in sleep, the old body battered sofa, I have books I like to lie back into once a year like a good thing....
by Thomas Bartlett | Jul 2, 2015 | #writing, blog, racing mind |
A Writing Mind, a Racing Mind Vroom vroom. Pit pit, neuerommmm, neurommm. Gasp gasp. The first small drip drip of consciousness every morning means I’m up. I have a racing mind. I can’t stop it. It gets faster throughout the day. A siesta after lunch helps...
by Thomas Bartlett | Jun 27, 2015 | #ABP, #writing, ABP, book, Fiction, food, life, love story, meloncholy, Novel, reading, Romance, thrillers, war |
Americans Bombing Paris is a classic romantic thriller skewered with humour and geopolitics. An intoxicating mix of food, lust, Paris and misguided youth. Click Here to go to Your Local Amazon For Johnny and Naya trouble was unavoidable and in truth they never tried...
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...