by Thomas Bartlett | Aug 6, 2015 | #ABP, #writing, life |
From Everywhere But Here A girl from Kerry once asked me, “How can you stand it?” I hadn’t a notion what she was talking about, as I thought we had only just met. “What?” She looked at me as one does a fool and said, “Not being from...
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 | Jun 17, 2015 | book, classics, reading, thrillers |
My Reading Life Part 2 Ropey thrillers…….. Entering into my teenage years, swerving to avoid the hormones, I upped my reading and started in properly on a subject which would take me through the next few years: Northern Ireland. Glory Boys, a thriller by...
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 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...
