Hi everyone, I've stepped into the abyss......I'm a full time writer now! It's a tough life, but hey, I've got a sense of humour. I've come through only slightly demented from what the past 50 odd years has thrown at me, but on the positive side L.I.F.E has given me lots of fuel regarding stories to write about. However, it's not all bad; I'm now sailing in peaceful waters as still as a millpond and reaping the rewards from my life choices. About bloody time too........
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Repent at Leisure
The best £3 I’ve spent recently was on an AA magazine. I can almost hear you asking whether it is the magazine for Alcoholics Anonymous or the Automobile Association, but actually ‘tis neither; it’s the new All Authors Magazine, the brainchild of writers Y Correa and the Queen of Spades. I’ve just spent a happy hour or so perusing some of the many pages of the magazine whilst waiting for my car to have an MOT.
I read through the excellent ‘A Queen’s Ramblings’, and stopped at the part when she remembered somebody asking in an online chat whether poets were really incapable of writing short stories, novellas or novels effectively.
I started out on the writing game many years ago. It started as just keeping a diary from about the age of seven, through to beginning to compose poetry throughout my teens. The thought of sitting down and writing a novel didn’t even enter my head at that time. I was young and carefree, and was having too good a time roaming over the East End of London with my friends, and anyway, whatever would I write about?
Much water has gone under the bridge since then. I’m now in my fifties and no longer write poetry, but have the plots for a number of novels through different life experiences. When I was a teenager my head was as empty as a vacuum, but now the words are tumbling out and I can’t stop them!
I found some of my old scribblings when clearing out a cupboard recently. I think I must have written this poem when I was about 14:
Two hopeful eyes in a sea of faces,
Each face knows another face.
How sad for tears to fall – how strange!
On such a day of joy!
Running faster; overtaking time,
Jubilation overcoming strife,
A brief, bright flash
In a grey, dull life.
Reach out beyond the black despair,
Join the carnival while it’s here.
Climb the inevitable wall between you and us,
Rejoice; you know another face.
I shall read some more of the magazine later, and look forward to the next instalment. I also enjoyed ‘And A Child Shall Lead Them’ by Beem Weeks, and I’m grateful for The Porn Detective being suggested as a recommended read.
Oh yes………..and the car passed the MOT!
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