I write, therefore I am, a writer.
The next step of my journey is towards a real, physical novel on our shared shelf.
My first paid experiences of ‘publication’ were in the early 80s, as a pre-teen. I discovered that comics such as ‘Bunty’ would send me a £2 postal order for every one of my letters that they printed.
I had a joke printed in ‘The Aero Book of Jokes’ in the mid-80s, but later realised that quite possibly everyone who sent in a joke, ended up in print.
It never occurred to me that so many people would read my letter in ‘Empire’ magazine about the film ‘Trainspotting’, in the mid-90s, and I’d temporarily acquire a new nickname because of it. The only reason I even knew the letter had been published was when a colleague read the magazine aloud at the bedside of her comatose daughter, and came across my name.
Somewhere in an attic of a house I used to live in, languishes my box of teenage diaries, letters, band demo tapes, gig tickets, set lists, newspaper cuttings, home-made fanzines and old music magazines. I like to believe that they got lost in transit along the way, rather than thinking of them in landfill. Very little, if any, of my writing has survived. Books don’t die.
The hundreds and thousands of words, and more hours than I care to remember of my free content on forums, review sites, message boards, online newspapers and magazines comments sections, then later on, social media sites, don’t seem to have the same validation as a book in a shop or library. Ironically, there are more than enough of my words online to fill several books. The intent was there, but the format is wrong.
So, this section of my blog is to highlight any of my writing that is chosen to be published by another company, either online or in paper format. Hopefully, one day, there will be an actual book right here, right now, that I am touting for sale.
Watch this space…