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 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 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 | Jun 4, 2015 | blog, ghost writing, writing tips |
I have ghosted two books thus far. One published and one to be published. This is what I have learnt. You are the ghost. The author is the author. As far as the author is concerned they wrote the book. They believe you are writing down verbatim what they are saying....
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...