It might seem strange to talk about darkness as we approach the brightest day of the year. But I do not speak of the darkness outside, I speak of the darkness we all carry within us. I use my darkness, I shape it and give it name, I throw it against the page and I hope it sticks. And, in my opinion, my writing has been the better for it. I have had people tell me that when they read The Other Whisper it feels so real, that they feel like they are right there and can experience what Eoin is going through. I would like to think that is the darkness, reaching from the page to pull you in just a little.
We all have darkness within us, there are few so blessed that life has not scarred and hurt them and left them changed. But I use my darkness and I give it shape, until that which was terrible, becomes nothing more than inspiration.