I have lived a rich creative life for almost 25 years, with proud, joyful successes in writing, performing, running gigs and a bundle of other arty delights. This is my personal website where I explore my own creative process and other creative catalysts. If you'd like to rent my creative brain for a project, you should surf on over to poetic.ie
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Monty Python were my comedic heroes as a teen. They opened a window into a world of the absurd and weren’t afraid to take bonkers chances and make unusual choices. And boy did they make me laugh. I remember poring over the scripts as much as watching the sketches themselves. Master craftsmen. And Terry Jones […]
Creatives often get asked where their ideas come from and the answer is somewhere between magic and intent. I think a huge part of it is about what you read/hear/watch. Here is the first of a series of occasional posts that chart what I have been digging on the film, tv, podcast and book front, […]
I cam across this on a walk today and it felt like a great prompt for a creative mind, as much as a maxim for life
A new day, a new year, a new decade begins. Grateful for a remarkable year with it’s share of ups and downs, but always an amazing journey, where I have done things I have never dreamed possible, and met people who have shaped my life immeasurably. Thanks to you all for every moment shared. Let’s […]
The blank page, the empty canvas, the open floor. Where does a creative mind begin?
Farewell 2019. Here is a beautiful poem I came across again recently that says everything more eloquently than I can. At the end of the yearJohn O’Donohue The particular mind of the oceanFilling the coastline’s longingWith such brief harvestOf elegant, vanishing wavesIs like the mind of timeOpening us shapes of days. As this year draws […]
In December I was the host/MC for a 3000 person event in Dublin that required me to draw on all my skills as an entertainer, writer and performer. I am in my element in these types of settings, but with a good shot of nerves to keep me on my toes. It was a truly […]
Unearthed an old painting of mine in the attic that I love – I call it Big Bloody Copybook. A visual work that begs to have written work upon it.
This is the truth of being a writer. Writing is rewriting.
On the wall before me. A blazing neon sign bearing the final words of poet Seamus Heaney – guiding my way on the dark walk home on this November evening. Noli timere – “Don’t be afraid” Although I think they might have spelled it wrong. They should have used a Latin spellcheck on this before […]
