All items: Brian Keaney

I have no difficulty admitting it; I want your attention. That's why I spend all those hours hammering away at a keyboard. It's all about you.
I carried around in my head a whole pantheon of dead family members, to each of whom a story was attached; often tragic, sometimes scandalous. I didn't have my mother's talent for talking but I enjoyed writing.
I immediately understood how I could write a similar story, and I promised myself when I returned to England I would do just that. It took me a while to recover but later that year I made good on my promise.
I took a page of writing that I felt really good about and put it in a drawer; a week later I took a piece of writing that I felt was really uninspired, and put it in the same drawer. I left them there for three months.
Just relax. Getting angry is bad for you. Incidentally, getting angry with editors is more than just bad, it's stupid; they always have the last laugh. Count to ten.

Brian Keaney speaks with Robin Blake about growing up London Irish and the challenges of identity that presented, jumping from a secure teaching job into the precarious freelancery of writing, and how he wrote his first novel to discover the secret behind a pair of mysteries.

When Brian Keaney’s father and uncle became estranged after both had left their native Ireland for England, it took some fancy footwork on the part of Keaney’s mother to bring about a reconciliation between the brothers.
You let your mind drift down the lanes and pathways of your inner world. Sooner or later you'll trip over tree root or stumble up against a stone then you'll look down and see, glittering at your feet, an idea.
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