I was a member of the Nationalist Party for several years. I don't remember how long. Those were very dreary days, because the Nationalist Party... it's hard to describe what it was. I suppose it held on to some kind of little faith, you know? It wasn't even sure what the faith was, and it was a very despised enterprise by everybody.
I had grandparents who were native Irish speakers, and also, two of the four grandparents were illiterate.
I know now why I stopped writing short stories. It was at the point when I recognised how difficult they were.
