100 Days of Sobriety
NORMALLY I DON’T LIKE to put time-frames on events. It implies that you’re waiting for a future moment, some golden
Irish SciFi Thriller Author
I’ve been blogging since 2014 across a range of themes which include travel, self-publishing, fitness, reading, web development and much more.
NORMALLY I DON’T LIKE to put time-frames on events. It implies that you’re waiting for a future moment, some golden
Opening Line: Mr Jones, of the manor farm, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to
YOU CAN’T EAT an elephant in one bite. But you can eat it one bite at a time. So begins my
A POST I PUBLISHED at the end of December 2014 has (surprisingly) been my most viewed in 2015 – Why
Opening Line: A few miles south of Soledad, the Salinas River drops in close to the hillside bank and runs
Opening Lines: There is no lake at Camp Green Lake. There once was a very large lake here, the largest lake
18 MONTHS ON from my jaunt down Death Road which ended in a broken and dislocated wrist with three metal
Opening Line: It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love. Synopsis:
I HAD NO intention of spending Winter back in cold, wet and dreary Ireland so have moved back to Colombia
INTERESTING TO SEE NYT Best-selling author Neil Strauss doing the media rounds lately promoting his latest book – ‘The Truth‘.
BIG GYM AND I have been dating for the best part of ten years. Truth be told, I haven’t been
I WAS A WHORE for the self-help books in my late teens and early twenties and amassed a horde of
I’VE BEEN SECRETLY harbouring an addiction for the past decade. For years it’s held me in its firm grip although
I’VE BEEN BLESSED to have spent a combined total of three years in the last decade backpacking and travelling through
I loathe selfies. Ergo, I loathe selfie sticks. And the word ergo come to think of it. The selfie stick
When I backpacked around South America almost two years ago, other well travelled gringos would wax lyrical about the valleys