Today I finished my novel. My characters, ghostly and cliched when I began, have developed personalities, struggled for dominance,...

Will someone tell me why – when it’s so easy to catch a cold, a bus, train or plane, small ones misbehaving, cheating spouses, lying...

Sometimes you’ve just got to laugh at the antics of politicians – even when the subject matter is serious, as is the current contentious...

Recently I attended a number of workshops in the hope that I could find the magic bullet that would make social media understandable,...

Brigit Egan is dying but she has no intention of going quietly into the dark night. In All Gods Dead, an extraordinary and ambitious...

Today, when I signed my name to a document, the woman witnessing it – thirty something, attractive, and rising up the ranks of her career...

Just settling down to work on my new book – and it feels like ground hog day …again. I keep reading about the discipline needed to work...

I visited my mother today. I brought flowers and touched her cheek. She is now younger than me by almost twenty years – her forever-young...

I’m back now, tucked once again into suburbia. My windows are wide and long, and rooftops stretch as far as my eyes are prepared to see....

Tomorrow I’m heading for Cill Rialaig. It’s a retreat for visual artists but, for a change, it’s going to be taken over by a group of...