The Sunday Letters newsletter is going just under a year now and recently there have been both a clear out of inactive subscribers and a flurry of new subscribers joining the weekly online publication.
The Legend of The Altar Stone is a mythical story set in a parallel world. It’s a place inspired in some parts by Tír na N’Óg (the land of youth) and other stories of ancient Irish folklore. It’s also inspired by Tolkien’s The Hobbit and by more modern stories such as Harry Potter.
I’ve got some January book news for you guys today. A few years ago I put together some material that became 2 books. One was a Twitter Marketing book and the other was an Email Marketing book. Both books are short and practical and available over on Amazon.
I started working on the Imelda May Portrait a couple months ago and I’ve pretty much not touched it since. My art doesn’t pay the bills yet so I’ve got to move away from it and on to other things that bring in the bacon.
It’s Sunday morning and it’s Christmas Eve too, so I firstly would like to wish you all a happy and peaceful Christmas and new year. I like Christmas. That to me is a good enough reason to take part, although I think most of us just row in simply because there’s a tradition built up in our culture. I want to talk about that a little bit today.
This year I started to explore my writing a lot more and in twelve months writing in 2017 I’ve written more words than in any other previous year since I began. Although that wouldn’t be too hard, and by some standards it’s not that impressive. However, including this one I’ve written over 120 articles or short stories this year alone.
It can be difficult to write an article on the parent child relationship without coming across as nauseously righteous. If I do then I didn’t do a good job. So the best way for me to remain as sincere and honourable an observer as possible is to offer a personal story. So here you go…
Have You Ever Failed? How did it feel? Maybe you’re still living it. In a sense I think all of us still live our failures to one degree or another. However, it helps us deal with this reality in a positive way to have a definition of failure that helps us rather than hinders us, y’know. In real terms, ultimate terms, there is no failure, only a broader understanding of things. That only comes about by virtue of having the experience.
There Is No Time, things just is you see, In the house of my mind where the child I did be. Seconds, minutes, hours, days, structured things, Are merely of my mind, man’s creation brings. Tempus fugit! my old man used to say. Nothing left to the world but my thoughts this day
I visited a local shopkeeper this morning. It’s a a fruit and veg place called Justin’s in Blanchardstown village on the west side of Dublin. A fairly run down place on the mainstreet, been there for years. It’s a favourite with the minorities and some locals in the Blanchardstown area but today it was empty.