We were working for the races. Doing security. Checking tickets for the VIP stadium where you had the best view of the track. Paddy was at the bottom door, an eccentric mid fifties. He opened with: ‘Hey, Micky…?’ I was at the middle door. Pretended I didn’t hear him. The he said again: ‘Hey, Micky…?’… Continue reading Paddy backs Ruby Walsh at the races…
Mayo Country Library have requested an order of Mick Donnellan's third novel - "Mokusatsu" to be stocked at all libraries around the county. It will be widely available there in the coming weeks. Please ask your local librarian for an update if looking to borrow. Special thanks to Mary Farragher and all involved. You… Continue reading Mayo County Library to Stock Mokusatsu at all venues.
Mayo Arts Service, Mayo County Council Write Now 2018 – a speed dating writing event for Mayo writers. Write Now 2018 is an initiative of Mayo Art Service. This event affords Mayo Writers the opportunity of 20-minute speed dating type mentoring slots with a Poet, a Playwright, aScreenwriter, a Short story writer, a Novelist… Continue reading Mick Donnellan to attend event for Mayo Writers on Dec 1st.
It was raining in Galway. Imagine that. The light rain of morning welcome, caffeine from the clouds. Monday coming fast. Car in Tonery's car park since Friday evening. Was on the way back from some party in some house, some couch, some estate somewhere. The plan was to go back to Ballinrobe and it was… Continue reading Truman Town Founded, First Play, Sunday Morning Coming Down – #26
Buy Fisherman's Blues in PAPERBACK now! Fisherman’s Blues is the hilarious new novel from Mick Donnellan.Dark and audacious, written in a distinct West of Ireland vernacular, the book sings with the signature style of all Donnellan’s previous work and more. Delving into the lives of drinkers, lovers, thieves and scam artists, the story weaves a… Continue reading Mick Donnellan’s second Novel “Fisherman’s Blues” now available in Paperback from Amazon!
It was a country pub on a Monday. Derelict streets and one customer inside. Half a pint in front of him, a haze of lost years behind. There was a smell of absence, unused stools and dead promise. Barely dried ink from a bad deal off the boom. There was racing on the telly, a… Continue reading Finding the cover for Fisherman’s Blues….