I have always liked reading. As a child I would literally lose myself in stories. In
primary school I got one hundred lines: 'I must pay attention in class'. The teacher
thought I was being deliberately awkward when I didn't stir after the end of lesson
bell had sounded. I was
sitting at my desk, oblivious to my fellow students putting
their books away and preparing for the next lesson, gripped by an adventure story
concerning Romany gypsies. I felt aggrieved, after all, the lesson had finished. Ah
well, not quite as bad as the five hundred lines: 'I must
not blow bubbles in the
Fast forward to 2000 and some American internet acquaintances invited
contribute to some short stories based on the myths and legends of the Western.
like kindly peer pressure to point out deficiencies in historical
knowledge and writing style. So I went to Creative Writing evening classes and
revelled in the challenge and freedom of creative expression. A few years later I
enrolled for an Open University degree in Humanities, specialising
Writing. It was great fun, despite the effort needed to get all the reading done and the
submitted on time, whilst working at a full-time job.
So here I am, retired but as busy as ever. I never have enough time for my writing,
but when I do, it is such a joy and perhaps, one day, I will get around to writing my
own adventure story about Romany gypsies.