Frank O'Connor

I am a compulsive addict in the army of frustrated writers. If I could just stop and become a moderately successful dog walker, then my life would be less erratic. But I cannot. The brain burbles. The fingers type. The dogs remain unwalked.

I am indeed named after an Irish writer. My mother lived next door to him when she was a little girl. He used to come out into his front garden, drunk and shouting. My mother was frightened by this. So, naturally, she named me after him. I was thus bequeathed with an early story to tell at all informal introductions.

I live right in the center of a big European city with my wife and a St. Bernard. We run our own business (not dog walking) but it is purely to fund our artistic aims, so we mostly live on hummus. I have contributed to other literary sites and got a short story out there in hard print. I see this place as the next step - a workshop to prepare me and my work for the great leap forward into the arms of an agent.

Links:

• Personal site


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• Photos


• Vivid Magazine

Publications:

• The Office of Unfair Reclamations, Vivid, May 2006


• The Tower of Babies, Flashquake, June 2007


• Coffee, Insolent Rudder, July 2007


• The Angle of the Shoeshine, The Write Side Up, July 2007