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About ucronin

Born in the country town of Ennis, Co. Clare, Ireland in 1975, I now live in Madrid with my partner and two young daughters and work in a research institute. While I was always a hungry reader and harboured vague notions of being a writer, as a young man writing was the furthest thing from my mind; after leaving school, I did a B.Sc. in Biotechnology in Galway's NUI, an M.Sc. in Plant Science in University College Cork and a Ph.D. in Microbiology in the University of Limerick, the plan being to dedicate my professional career to scientific research. While having written extensively within my technical scientific field, I had never contemplated becoming a writer of fiction until a road-to-Damascus moment on the N69 between Listowel and Tarbert, Co. Kerry in the summer of 2011. Since then, most of my spare time has been occupied with writing. In whatever other free moments I have, I like to listen to music, play the guitar and garden (which here in Madrid means a lot of watering of plants and spraying for red spider mite). My ambition is to become as good a writer as I possibly can, eventually freeing myself from the cold clutches of science and earning a living through my scribblings. The type of writing that excites me is honest, intelligent, well-constructed and richly descriptive.

Book Excerpt: She Who Casts the First Stone

It was pure luck that Shell didn’t catch me that morning. But I certainly caught her! And boy was I surprised! It had been a comfortingly unremarkable morning up until that point. No black out. Very little pain. Affect: middling … Continue reading

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A Short Story: Psycho

Brother M had been an unpopular teacher from the moment he arrived to our school. Those of us in class 2b had the dubious privilege of being the first to welcome him, and, in what was a source of pride … Continue reading

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Gearóid Iarla and Ennis

In Inis an Laoigh in mid-bay, in Clonroad of the kings, listening to the gurgling of streams, I have been for two months.   These were my three kinds of music: the playing of O’Brien’s harp while drinking beer, the … Continue reading

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Indignation in Ikea

I was dragged along to Ikea the other day to buy a super-dee-duper Swedish-designed suitcase which has people who are into such things all of a tizzy. Well, I wasn’t dragged along just to buy the said suitcase, but also … Continue reading

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Gu-Gu-Geoghegan — Chapter 32 of 32

Luke reached An Chéim Bhriste planning to do violence. If I can’t have her by hook, I’ll have her by crook. A screwdriver jammed into the lock of her French door would provide easy access. He would break in when … Continue reading

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