In Clonmacken House on the outskirts of Limerick city three children are huddled up in the boot cupboard, waiting for a ghost to join them.
The children are me, aged 8, my cousin Ormonde Power, the same age as myself, and his brother Charlie who is five. Continue reading
Episode one: Listening in
Every author’s asked the question: ‘Where do your ideas come from ?’
I sometimes say: ‘I listened in.’
From an early age, before I learnt to read and write, I eavesdropped on the adult world and the foundations of my first novel were built on Continue reading