Well like a lot of people my mother and father mean the world to me. There's my brother too; he's right up there as one of my favourite people.

Right now...

I have a play that is being staged in the Smock Alley Theatre in Dublin February/March 2018. It's part of the Scene + Heard Festival. The play is called 'No God Before Me'. It's about gods (naturally enough), PR and the quest for followers. It's a comedy, at least I hope it is.

Probably a novella called Splutter which will be out in December 2017.
Here's the blurb: Splutter was conceived in a feverish state and at a feverish pace. Its process of construction resembled sending vowels and consonants downstream towards a waterfall and making a story out of the words formed by the letters that cling desperately to one another and to the driftwood as they fast approach the drop. The book is packed with words, most of them comprehensible and all of them ready to play a part in delivering ponder fodder.
If you like the sound of that wait until you read what's between the covers! (the author looks out onto a room of blank faces devoid of any enthusiasm and shuffles off the stage as someone in the back coughs)

The alarm clock.

Floundering.

I guess I have read a great deal of Kurt Vonnegut and Gore Vidal. Really though my favourites authors are irreverent types who write to inform us as well as make us smile. If they create an urge in someone to be their most wondrous and glorious selves I would tip my cap to them as well... let me get my cap and we'll go out and see who we can find.

It was probably a script for a video game I wanted to make. I was really keen on RPGs from the age of 9 to about 16 and during a few of the summers I wrote game scripts that included character details, descriptions of surroundings and even 'stage directions'. I used to stay up until the early morning writing. I still have some of those scripts. I couldn't throw them out.

I used to 'read' the newspaper but mainly with it upside down. There is at least one photo of me with black ink on my face and my father's glasses balanced precariously on my nose. I didn't discriminate between papers they were all equally amusing to me.

By handing it off to someone else...
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I come up with an idea, describe that to the designer and then it goes back and forth a little until we have something we are happy with.

Birthday Cards I receive often to the trick.

The one that works.

My desk changes from day to day; sometimes it wears jeans and on other days shorts or tracksuit bottoms.