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...