Here's a blog post I wrote for the Association of Freelance Editors, Proofreaders, and Indexers. It explores how a positive and collaborative working process between the author and the editor benefits the work and the ultimate end user: the reader. Editing: The Human Touch Enjoy!
Our Human Is Still Here
Our human is still here. He’s rattling around the house. We can’t even find the time To go hunt for a mouse. Our human is still here. He lunges and he dances. It’s ain't easy being a cat In these trying circumstances. Our human is still here. He’s mouthing off on social media. Now…
Love in a Time of Coronavirus
“Why are you still here,” Asked the cat, “Walking around the house Dressed like that?” “We must stay together By staying apart, So we can flatten the curve On the COVID chart.” “Why are you still here,” Asked the cat, “Walking around the house Dressed like that?” “We must keep our distance While staying close,…
From a (Social) Distance
For many of us, the distance is more than social on Mother's Day. #ProtectYourMother #KeepYourDistance #RTELoveOurMammies A Sunday dinner, then tea and cake, Ties that bind and cannot break. A story told, a laugh or smile, Or gentle silence for a while. A special gift, now and then. Now she has gone home again. Someone…
Gone Home
A Sunday dinner, then tea and cake, Ties that bind and cannot break. A story told, a laugh or smile, Or gentle silence for a while. A special gift, now and then. Now she has gone home again. Someone to talk to any day, Someone to help in any way. A warm fire on a…
Not Gone
In loving memory of my father Patsy Hanratty, late of Bellurgan Point, Dundalk, who died 13 March 2005. The slippers lying empty under the bed; The shovel lying idle in the shed; The numbers scribbled beside the telephone. A new reminder every day Brings you close from far away. You're not here now… but…
Killing Time
I was delighted to be recently invited to do a reading at the launch of Orla Grant-Donoghue's new collection of haiku and micropoetry. The book launch took place at The Irish Writers Centre. Exploring the themes of love and loss, The Frayed Heart is published by Fiery Arrow Press. You can find out more about this…
Gone Home
A Sunday dinner, then tea and cake, Ties that bind and cannot break. A story told, a laugh or smile, Or gentle silence for a while. A special gift, now and then. Now she has gone home again. Someone to talk to any day, Someone to help in any way. A warm fire on…
Not Gone
13th ANNIVERSARY In loving memory of my father Patsy Hanratty, late of Bellurgan Point, Dundalk, who died 13 March 2005. The slippers lying empty under the bed; The shovel lying idle in the shed; The numbers scribbled beside the telephone. A new reminder every day Brings you close from far away. You're not here…
Back Home
In memory of my mother A Sunday dinner, then tea and cake, Ties that bind and cannot break. A story told, a laugh or smile, Or gentle silence for a while. A special gift, now and then. Now she has gone home again. Someone to talk to any day, Someone to help in any way.…
