I am an Irish writer and lecturer living in London who had my first work of fiction published in 2014. 'The Charlton Men', the first part of a trilogy set in South London, combines literary fiction with a love of football. Set in the historic surrounds of Greenwich and Charlton, the novel interweaves the rich heritage of the area's past with contemporary themes of social disenfranchisement and a search for meaning.

The book has done well so far in terms of sales and publicity but I am always keen to attract new readers. This platform is a showcase of some of my work, which I would rather share for free than sell on Kindle for example. I write not for profit but because of a love of stories and language, something that I have had all my life, from as early as I can remember.

Outside of writing and teaching I am interested in travel, music, film, football, craft beer, and photography. I also write articles for blogs, newspapers, and academic journals.

Stay-at-home dad. Cook. Cleaner. Chauffeur. Expert folder of pink clothes.

Occasional writer.

Publisher of your opinions, stories and original writing at WriteHere.

Insomniac.

Glutton for punishment.

Military for 40 years without ever joining. 17 yrs with dad and 23 with the ex. Europe, central and south America, and the great United States of America, have been my playground. The life of a daughter, wife, mother and now a 15 year divorcee of men who had dreams and daughters I no longer know. I lived dreams beyond anything I could have imagined. I just went with it and the ride was awesome, even if filled with challenges. Dreams of espionage and dangerous missions, families left behind .... Well that was them, yes and me, but my story is yet to be told. I wonder if I really have a dream, a story. Well I'm about to find out. I'm just gonna write..write here.That was then this is now.

Love. Create. Grow. Thrive.
Rebirth. Renewal. Rejoice.

Some days are golden. Moments overwhelm you with beauty and light and make you feel you might explode. Other days are a dull grey, or black, or just empty, and you drift from moment to moment wondering what that fleeting, nameless sensation you feel about your heart is. It seems to me that too often feelings cannot catch up with thoughts, or perhaps it is the other way around, and what we feel cannot be put into coherent words or even thoughts, because it is the metaphysical and is not meant to be explained or analysed. Our lives are made up of moments and thoughts. This is a way to recording some of mine.

Other things....
Penguins fountain pens theatres instant coffee fairy wings creme eggs Space mojitos dress-up rainbows bare feet cookies ukulele butterfly kisses peanut-butter ice-cream Jessie Buckley bluebells barbie movies second hand books indigo and violet, Lists.