I used to be a hippy. I was also a Tax Collector in King's Cross (London, not Sydney) in the late 1980s. But I've always been the kinda guy that reads signs. Take traffic lights for example. If you are at one with the world your traffic lights should be consistently green.
Anyway... before I ramble off on a tangent, as is my natural wont, I'd like to share with you a small incident of the above mentioned synchronicity that I was referring to.
Before I type another word I must tell you I'm currently re-reading Ken Bruen's 'Blitz' and loving his main character, Brant more with every utterance, every page...
Last night I was unable to sleep and doing a little recreational surfing and I Googled Ken Bruen, as I've loved everything he's written that I've so far read (and have no doubts that I'd like the rest either, truth be told), and I stumbled across a Blog call Murderati (the name of the blog spoke to me - and it wasn't the dark rum I was drinking).
So I click on the Ken Bruen Murderati link and start reading...
http://www.murderati.com/blog/2011/4/12/a-ken-bruen-tribute-to-murderati.html
Turns out Ken Bruen, 'the main man' of Irish crime writing recently celebrated his birthday and wrote a wee note to the editors of the Murderati blog... and lo and behold whose name should crop up in the first paragraph? You got it... none other than yours truly. Odd, eh? Gratifying? Most definitely.
I'm still not quite sure if I remember the grand old days that Ken refers to (living in a crummy bedsit and writing Big Issues articles on drug lords and junkies had its high points though between dole cheques).... but what grabbed me most in this post was the emotion, the flow, the honesty the 'feeling'. Kinda got me to wondering if Ken has ever written anything other than crime novels (though he best not stop doing that).
Anyhow... that's all... it felt all warm and fuzzy for a bit. I like that feeling. Excuse me now... must go and write some crime, some more modern noir....
I'd gladly share a fifth with Sir Ken.
Anyway... before I ramble off on a tangent, as is my natural wont, I'd like to share with you a small incident of the above mentioned synchronicity that I was referring to.
Before I type another word I must tell you I'm currently re-reading Ken Bruen's 'Blitz' and loving his main character, Brant more with every utterance, every page...
Last night I was unable to sleep and doing a little recreational surfing and I Googled Ken Bruen, as I've loved everything he's written that I've so far read (and have no doubts that I'd like the rest either, truth be told), and I stumbled across a Blog call Murderati (the name of the blog spoke to me - and it wasn't the dark rum I was drinking).
So I click on the Ken Bruen Murderati link and start reading...
http://www.murderati.com/blog/2011/4/12/a-ken-bruen-tribute-to-murderati.html
Turns out Ken Bruen, 'the main man' of Irish crime writing recently celebrated his birthday and wrote a wee note to the editors of the Murderati blog... and lo and behold whose name should crop up in the first paragraph? You got it... none other than yours truly. Odd, eh? Gratifying? Most definitely.
I'm still not quite sure if I remember the grand old days that Ken refers to (living in a crummy bedsit and writing Big Issues articles on drug lords and junkies had its high points though between dole cheques).... but what grabbed me most in this post was the emotion, the flow, the honesty the 'feeling'. Kinda got me to wondering if Ken has ever written anything other than crime novels (though he best not stop doing that).
Anyhow... that's all... it felt all warm and fuzzy for a bit. I like that feeling. Excuse me now... must go and write some crime, some more modern noir....
I'd gladly share a fifth with Sir Ken.
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