Publication… at last.

I finally had a poem accepted. My first time in a poetry magazine. And here it is…

I watched a white feather

Ride the wind down and hover
a while before surfing
the breeze to the garden fence,
then passing through, rise above
plants, bricks, plastic bags;
a shopping trolley filled with
dirt. And I, finding beauty in this,
crushed my spent cigarette underfoot,
composing this celebration.

It’s in the Spring edition of New Square poetry magazine, which arrived at my door a short while ago thanks to me sending in the wrong house number.

New Cover

The Company of Thieves ebook cover v3This is the new cover I’ve designed for the ebook version of The Company of Thieves.

Smashwords

I have gone to Smashwords. I don’t know if it will be of any use, but given that I’m a dead loss at marketing, I can’t trust that having books on Amazon will buy me an apartment. It doesn’t have to be a big apartment, just a home of my own that some landlord can’t sell to a vulture fund who then evicts everybody into homelessness, which is happening a lot in Ireland these days.

I know Smashwords is unlikely to make me rich but everything I’ve read says do a series, so I’ve broken my, so far, two books, into episodes with the first episode free to download.

The Company of Thieves is in nine episodes.

Online Cupid is in three.

And my page is here.

Dovlatov Variations

Dovlatov Variations 5Happy to say my picture ‘Dovlatov Variations No. 5’ is now in its new home in Estonia.

Evidence of Evil

No copyright infringement intended, these are stills, photographed from the television by my girlfriend, of yours truly in the CBSReality show Evidence of Evil.

It was an interesting experience. If you haven’t seen the show, you can’t hear any of the actors talk, but we all had to improvise the sort of dialog that might really be in those situations. I played the lead detective, so when I interviewed suspects, I had to really interview them.

Of course, my dream job would be a part in Star Trek: Picard. Come on CBS; two bald men in one show, you can’t possibly miss!

 

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High Jinks Ensue

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This is a very long post and I feel it says very little. I’m telling you this now so you don’t feel diminished later on. Really, I’ve read two books that left me feeling I’d lost something by reading them. This is only a blog post, but still…

There’s definitely something to be said for taking a long time to finish a book – ok, it depends on the book, taking years to write an Agatha Christie would be a bit much, not least because she’s already written them so there’s really no point.

Anyway, I’ve been writing the book I’m currently working on for what, until today, I felt was far too long. I actually don’t remember when I started! That exclamation mark is for dear Agatha, I think she got a job lot and wanted to get her money’s worth!

I remember when I first wrote the story. It began as a movie. Through a friend I made my first Hollywood connection with an agent. Said agent would be happy to look at my work. That I had never written a screenplay didn’t matter to me. I bought a copy of some movie, I don’t remember, it was twenty years ago. 

Copying the format, I wrote the greatest movie anyone had ever written. It was the story of a has-been movie star who, attempting to revive his career, put himself up as a prize in a competition. High jinks ensue.

It was turned down as not being high concept enough to take to a studio. A few years later I nearly threw up when Win a Date with Tad Hamilton was released. That does not mean my script was ripped off, I got the idea from Tony Curtis’ autobiography in which he wrote about the time he was a prize in a competition, and, if memory serves, had to go and live with a family for two weeks.

Well, that Hollywood dream fell apart when the agent fell out with the person who had put me in touch, and I was released back into the wild.

But what I wanted to tell you about is the value of taking your time when writing. I wrote many different versions of that movie script, and even published one through Createspace. I think it even sold a copy, although many more people downloaded it for free. Sometime ago I started to turn it into a standard novel and I’m currently on the third draft.

Working on it tonight, I found myself analyzing each sentence as if it were poetry, while at the same time searching for the truth of the character. That’s not to say I didn’t do the best job I could with the books I have already out, but there’s something very satisfying about simply sitting there and looking at a sentence  that zings! (Dear Agatha) 

I don’t know how many more drafts before it’s finished, but I’m looking forward to writing them. Who knows, by the time it’s finished, I might even be able to play the violin I currently can’t even get to stay in tune.

Lost Voices

 

I found this tonight. It’s the closing speech from Lost Voices, Ballyfermot Festival’s 1916 centenary production, in collabration with the now sadly defunct Ballyfermot Theatre Workshop. The play was based on Joe Duffy’s book Children of the rising.