I borrowed this piece from writer 9e Hammon’s blog. She says it a lot better than I ever could.
http://www.niniehammon.com/what-every-writer-must-tell-every-fan/#comment-33119
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THE HEMINGWAY CONNECTION
Apparently this is the Hemingway-themed layout. Can’t see the connection myself, unless the barn is meant to represent a writer’s garret. Not that Papa ever wrote in a garret as far as I know. He always wrote standing up, on a tall,sloped desk, everything handwritten before being typed up. He was usually an early morning writer, and the location invariably was his bedroom, and he was usually finished by lunch-time. Certainly this was his routine during the years he spent at his villa, Finca Vigia,in Havana Cuba. Years of heavy drinking and high living caused him all sorts of health problems and he blew his brains out early one morning at his residence in Ketcham Idaho in the summer of 1961. Maybe it’s the best way to end it all; not the long slide to oblivion but the quick end from the speeding bullet.
Advice from Papa; Write drunk, edit sober.
More advice from Papa; Writing is easy,you just sit at your typewriter and bleed.
HIGH TEA ON A LOW TABLE
with my son Trevor on my birthday yesterday
ELVIS AIN’T DEAD
Finally got my website up and running properly. Now to fill my blog with words of wsidom. If only it was that easy! Writers block is a much bandied word, though I think it is more like writers seizure in my case. They say you should try and write your way through it. Easier said than done! Never mind, here’s a poem that might ease the symptoms;
ELVIS AIN’T DEAD
Another juggernaut rocks the Van
But Van just smiles
And sings Brown-eyed Handsome Man.
Then The Lady in Red joins in
And Chris De Burgh bangs loudly on a tin.
You Ain’t Nothin’ But a Houndog
Can be heard from up ahead
And a squeaky voice pipes up
Hey, Elvis ain’t dead!
He drivin’ that big old truck up front.
Goddamn! Says Bo Diddley
Aint’ he some cupid stunt!
BRENDAN BEHAN STANDS UP
BRENDAN BEHAN STANDS UP
By Tom O’Brien
A monologue
A bar. Brendan is entertaining the customers. A glass of milk sits on the table.
BRENDAN: (sings) Oh a hungry feelin’ came oe’r me stealin’
And the mice were squealin’ in my prison cell
And the auld triangle went jingle jangle
CRICKLEWOOD COWBOYS – NEW PAPERBACK
Now available to buy on Amazon
Letters To Mother And Other Dead Relatives
Now available to buy as a paperback on Amazon
The Missing Postman and Other Stories
Now available to buy as a paperback on Amazon
QUEENIE – a play
QUEENIE – a play, now available as paperback @ amazon.co.uk
My Temporary Home
My home on my visit to Venice LA in 2013!
My Writing Life 