by Derek | Aug 29, 2015 | Writing
Write. Your whole life. Tell Stories to your family, to your friends and – sometimes – to total strangers. Write one of these stories down. Write another. Write a book. Read it. Decide it’s not very good. Write another. And another. Read this one. Laugh. A lot. Decide...
by Derek | Aug 16, 2015 | Memories
I don’t remember much of the sixties, and what I can remember consists of me lying on my back with a bottle within easy reach. Some things never change. I had an interesting childhood, as both my parents were international Nazi Hunters. Kidding: I grew up in Dublin,...