I've worked and lived in communications all my life: journalist, subeditor, editor, actor, director, producer - here in Ireland and abroad.
I fell in love with Hiberno-English a long time ago - English as it is spoken and written in my country - and have been in love with it ever since.
I love the challenge of pen and blank paper: creating characters, storylines, drama.
I love the wind and the sea and the mountains, fresh air and green grass and the sun on my back (I play a mean game of golf) - all of which I have around me...
Not to mention the warm humour that wells up from a big heart.
If I may share with you some of the gems that have influenced me down the years; I've tried to abide by them but didn't always succeed!
"You make your way by taking it...
"It does not just happen, you have to make it happen...
"Sometimes in stooping down to pick up two pennies one can lose a fortune..."
Friendship - when it is not possessive, controlling...
Quiet. Silence - a positive value completely overlooked by many today...
Reading - carefully judged. If I'm not hooked by the first sequence - the first paragraph - I won't read any further...
Trying, day in day out, not to spill any more milk... and to stop crying over milk already spilt.
Not suffering fools gladly...
Analysing Casablanca, frame for frame, line by line...
My scripts have been broadcast on RTE, Radio One, BBC 4 and, in translation, on European networks; televised on RTE One, BBC One and Channel 4; staged at the Peacock by the Abbey National Theatre, at the Project, the Eblana, the Liverpool Playhouse and on the London Fringe…
Credits include The Night of the Rouser. Earwig. The Dreamers. Fugitive. Veil. Penny for Your Travels. Far Side of the Moon. Three for Calvary. Jenny One, Two, Three… The Circus. Centre Circle. Where Do We Go from Here, My Lovely? At The Praetorium. Conclave. Assault on a Citadel.
Has conducted many workshops on Creative/Script Writing in Dublin and at various centres around Ireland.
A D Sertillanges. John Henry Newman. Waugh. Greene. Hemingway. Hans Kung.
Good conversation. The company of my fellow searchers... Con pane... meaning, with bread... hence company...
Arrogant, self-opinionated prigs... Controlling, bullying clerics...
"I passionately hate the idea of being with it. I think an artist has always to be out of step with his time." (Orson Welles (1915 - 1985))
Pilate Under Pressure
The events of the first Good Friday from a Roman perspective. Not an angel or a saint in sight!.. A dramatisation of the facts as recorded in the Passion Narrative of Matthew. Enacted at the Praetorium, the fortress in Jerusalem that was the centre and symbol of Roman occupation. How will the Governor of Judaea react when a prisoner is brought before him for trial, one Jesus of Galilee?..
Set in a grotty bedsitter in the London of the late 60’s, THE DREAMERS centres on two Irish immigrant labourers, Shay and Liam: the former a maturing tree, the latter a mere sapling… They have much in common, little in common… Both are dreamers of dreams: we come to realise that their foremost dream - of making it, returning solvent to their homeland - may never be realised...
Turn of the Tide
Evening. Dublin suburb. Emma alone in a semi-detached... Ever alone. Her marriage on a knife edge. Thin, thin ice. Trapped. No way out. Until the day she meets by chance the woman who is to offer her a new lease of life, restore her self confidence, open doors for her she did not even know existed. Lisa, the stranger who turned Emma's life upside down...
Evening. He gets home, checks his voice mail as is his wont... listens, bemused, to various recorded messages... tenses, frowns as he hears a far-away voice from a distant past: his estranged wife speaking to, pleading with, her daughter, Jenny, now well into her teens... And so begins a chain reaction...
Dead Man Talking
Ireland in the early 80's. No civil divorce. No exit. Cul-de-sac. No way out of a broken marriage...
Shock. Aftershock. Wave after wave... As he comes to realise that his wife has gone, gone for good, he begins to talk - to himself,
to his nine-years-old daughter, to a "local in his local," to a parish sage, to a
solicitor/lawyer, to his Boss at work, to clerics, to a psychiatrist...
Jenny I Hardly Knew You
Dad in Dublin takes a call from daughter in London triggering in him a chain reaction: he recalls her childhood, adolescence, young womanhood... their relationship over the years. A love story, then, of a different kind. Dad Jenny. Any Dad, any daughter. Any where, any time... "But for all our rows and fallings-out, I love you, Dad. No matter what. And always will..."
Three for Calvary
Jerusalem. Beneath the Roman Praetorium, in the dungeons, three men lie in chains, awaiting execution:
Dismas, a thief, perhaps the greatest thief in all history - who stole Paradise even as he suffered the death penalty.
Gestas, a man who may die as he has lived.
And Jesus bar Abbas, held for murder and sedition, of whom so little is known, so much surmised... even to the present day.
Scenes from an Irish boyhood. Not so much Voyage round my Father as Travels with my Dad... A man looks back at his formative years, early adolescence... Snatches from the past... fragments from a world long forgotten... A kind of mosaic rather than a formal memoir... Centred around not one but two moments of poignant sundering...
Emma has begun treatment for her alcohol addiction at a Substance Abuse clinic - much to her husband's relief. When it is put to him that he should visit, participate in one of the sessions, he hesitates, then agrees rather reluctantly... What lay ahead on the morrow - for her, for him?..
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