Well, Hello There...

I've been a writer all my life, since I was old enough to hold a crayon. Lots of my scribblings have been published, although to date my only creative award was 2nd place in a national infants art contest. I was six years old and the prize was a Thumbelina hardback book, which my proud mother promptly locked away in the glass cabinet in the front room. I was able to see it, on the rare occasions when we were allowed into the room, but had to content myself with pressing my nose up against the glass, like a Victorian urchin with a sweetshop. I finally got full possession of the book 24 years later, when I bought my own house and threatened to report my mother to ChildLine if she didn't hand it over. The magic had gone, though, now that I was able to leaf through the cheap seventies paper and gaze on the gaudy illustrations at will. Anyone know what they go for on ebay these days?

I've had lots of things published, from op-eds and newspaper and magazine articles to big, hard and very scary academic stuff, but no fiction. Not yet, anyway. I live in hope in front of my PC and have the neck to start a blog about the whole thing. At least I can spell.

I promise to write when I can.  You'll let me know if you're out there, won't you?

I'm not young and not old. I'm much more left than right (but not always). I live somewhere in Ireland. I'm intelligent, articulate and sociable. I'm good company. I think.

You decide.