Speeding north on I-95 in fading light, radio tuned to 101. Just a canvas tote in the passenger seat, a shirt and pair of jeans, toothbrush and a laptop. An old Bible shoved in the front pocket for good measure. Morning comes and I brush my teeth, handing over my room key by 7am.

Wednesday, June 1, 2016. The birdsong is constant, all you have to do is listen. The sun is strident, a force on the body as heavy as gravity. The green is relentless, creeping out from crevices too small to contain it. And the wind carries on the promise of summer. Wednesday, June 01, 2016. Tuesday, May 31, 2016. Tuesday, May 31, 2016.

My Uncharted Journey into Publishing my First Book . Monday, 29 May 2017. Day is done, gone the sun. From the lake, from the hill, from the sky. All is well, safely rest. Thanks and praise for our days. As we go, this we know. This first hint of summer. Calls for pool-parties and backyard cookouts featuring the all-American hot dog,.

Writing like life itself is a voyage of discovery. And so begins my voyage. Wednesday, April 30, 2014. I made it to the end. And I am celebrating with views of Dungarvan. Dungarvan Bay sheltered by the Comeragh Mountains. The oyster beds are visible with the tide out.

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