The modesty in my heart would say that I am no one; just a dude, a guy, a badly written NPC to be ignored in a medium-budget, mid-2010’s RPG. Putting modesty aside, I’ve written four books, self-published three, abandoned two for now and I’m only proud of one; Violet Vickers and a Glimpse of a Girl Not There.
The world I was born into no longer exists; a simpler time, a happier time — Ireland circa 1994. My childhood was as typical as any other; toys, PlayStation, kicking a ball aimlessly for hours on end, watching the World Trade Center collapse in real-time on Sky News — y’know, normal stuff. I don’t wish to make light of that event, but it certainly stands out in my mind as something that deeply affected me, changed the lens through which my innocent little mind viewed life…
As an amateur, work is a necessity for me; there’re bills to be paid, Credit Unions to be kept happy, bellies to be fed and a house to save for. I was once under the employ of a pet store where I wrote enchanting emails for their exclusive audience of animal lovers. Being a writer lent itself naturally to my role and success has long been a word associated with my efforts there (if only the same could be said for poor Violet).
Still, life goes by. I write, ride my motorbike, play a little Wild Rift, work, sleep, save, rinse, repeat. As much as the world wanted to ruin my plans of leading a simple life, a life my Father no doubt envies, it failed, miserably. I suppose that’s me in my entirety; simple, no airs and graces, no lofty ideals, no delusions of grandeur. What you see is certainly what you get, no more and no less.
However, still waters run deep as my Grandmother once said…
AJ Carney 