( I'm not the least bit surprised! - Sinn Fein expels British agent )

New Orleans, 1923

Eamonn is in a pub in the Irish Channel in New Orleans, smoking, drinking, alone. He is far from Dublin, and the woman he loves. He wonders if or when he will ever see her again. He thinks back to the last time he saw her, in her small room in the women’s dorm at University College. He’d snuck in and spent the night with her, ( Read more... )

My reading recently has been concentrating on just a few areas, all part of my research for the Eamonn Mac Giolla Dorcha project:

Ireland---trying to learn as much as I can about the Irish Republican Brotherhood, Clann na Gael, the Irish Volunteers, Sinn Fein, the Irish Citizens Army, Michael Collins, the I.R.A., the Troubles, the Tan War & ( Read more... )

From the Journals of Eamonn Mac Giolla Dorcha

New Orleans, 1923

I’ve traveled extensively---ceaselessly, to be more specific---for years; on every continent, save Antarctica, driven… obsessed… in search of intrigue, insurrection, and intoxication… in search of something ineffable…. Following---could it be?---only the ghost of my father now ( Read more... )

This has been altered and expanded as new ideas have come to me over the weekend.

In some recent good news, the Eamonn Mac Giolla Dorcha project has been going well. It is still rather scattered, since I have not been writing the story "in order," but have skipped around in Eamonn's life telling different aspects of his story as the bits and ( Read more... )

I wish I was back in Dublin. I can't believe I ever came back... whatthefuckiswrongw/me...?

In regard to the previous post, my friend Waz and I talked about it, and worked it out. That, at least, makes me happy.

I am not at all in the holiday spirit.