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Brian G. Burke
Born in Waterford, Ireland, in 1981, I later moved up to Galway in '88. There I attended St. Pat's primary school before serving my five year sentence at St. Joseph's secondary.I sat my leaving-cer...ver maisBorn in Waterford, Ireland, in 1981, I later moved up to Galway in '88. There I attended St. Pat's primary school before serving my five year sentence at St. Joseph's secondary.I sat my leaving-cert in 1999. Rivetting stuff...enough said! Let's just say, Medicine was well n' truly out the window, as was shoe-shining. Not that there's anything wrong with that, it's just not my dream scenario.I hated school-work you see. Hanging out with my friends in the yard, smoking, was one thing, but when it came to studying..."no thanks, the tv could use some company."In hindsight, this could very well have been my inspiration for William. Thankfully there were no Blackheads or Ms. Cleavers gracing my school halls, though there were some close alternatives...But not all my subjects made me want to rip fistfuls of my hair out and use it for earplugs. English appealed to me very much. Why? Because English involves writing. And the only ingredients writing requires are passion, patience, and imagination. Not foreign languages or algebra (unless you want to include them, if that's your thing)It was my guilty pleasure. I used to love 'pushing the envelope' when essay-day arrived. Not out of some twisted enjoyment for the dark and demented things I sometimes wrote about. It was more a case of me wanting to be more original than everyone else. I was always competitive that way.After my five year stretch, I got out on bail with my mediocre result card, and actually continued to write. This surprised even me. I wrote short stories, the odd poem, and even a few songs. God-awful ones, but I tried it nonetheless. Writing is writing after all - be it a Facebook status or a 1000 page novel.It was only in October 2002, did my little writing hobby really change the course of my life. I'd begun working on a fantasy called 'Kaddareth'. In the meantime I was doing a creative writing course at Kilroy's College, Dublin.I learned a lot during that course. My tutor, Eileen Casey, was especially supportive. A true model for aspiring writers, and she is an extremely talented author and mentor to many, having written such works as 'Snow Shoes' and 'Drinking the colour blue'.However, I will never forget the day I was asked to present them with the opening pages of a sample novel.Thinking nothing of it, I began...I wrote through the night. Red Bull cans scattered about my desk lamp. By the time I was done, I was well beyond the assignment's word allowance. The idea was just too vast for a simple 1,500 word exercise. But I liked what I'd written so much that I didn't want to just send it adrift, nor could I edit it because the details were just too damn essential to the plot. So I contacted the college the following morning and asked if I could exceed it, just this once - with sugar on top. As expected, no such permsission was granted, which was perfectly fair (and to this day I'm glad!)So I put that story to one side, submitted some other 'thrown-together' piece, and straight-away returned to the other.That piece was the beginnings of 'The Other of One'...I have since ditched Kaddareth and have continued on this course; adding on further installments to (what has become known as) 'The Other of One' series as I go. Best of all, it has been so well received! And with a little luck, even more people will get to read it in the future. People like you. I only hope you enjoy it as much, because if you do, then I will have a whole other world waiting for you to explore...ver menos