A Writers Life

Despite my English Teacher I Succeeded

My writers life started when I was eight years old. Sat on a hall floor, crossed legged, listening to an author called Nigel Hinton. All my life I have gone to bed seeing a movie run through my head. Nigel Hinton sat there and stated that a good author will see the action in their head. As they write they then transfer this to paper.  I could have a writers life I thought to myself

The movies at nighttime then became potential books. That was the easy part, getting those movies onto paper was where the real struggle started. It was about this time that I was given my first journal from my Grandma. At the time I called it a diary but I have journaled every day since then. I have written almost every day since I was 8.

During school the only thing I wrote were assignments. I can’t remember a time when the teacher told me the work was amazing or when I stood out. The only prize I can ever remember winning was a drawing competition and my drawing was awful.

For the next ten years, I was caught in academia. My only writing consisted of assignments and research projects. I still wrote a daily journal, but that was it. During this time I lost interest in writing.

As a teacher, I have always known the importance of being a supportive teacher. One good teacher can change your life, one bad teacher has the opposite effect. I had an awful GCSE English teacher, he was tough and unfair. Instead of helping us become better writers he spent his time destroying any love for English we had. Most assignments in the class he returned ungraded. It was at this moment that my love of English Literature took a real hit.

I didn’t actually write my first book until I was 30. At the age of 30, I accompanied a friend on a one-day writing retreat. During this, I came up with a killer first line that never left my head.

‘Black coffee and paracetamol were not going to be enough to cure the banging in my head.’

From that whole line, a book emerged. Characters came and introduced themselves to me and over the next month I wrote and wrote. The importance of First LinesI have written about before. This first line started my writing career. With no clear plan of where to take this book, no plot outline, I kept writing. It is a book that is so near completion it is painful yet, I have never finished it. I have written about 75% of it and know exactly where it is going, I have never finished it.

Then at 33, my beautiful niece was born. This inspired me to write a children’s detective novel. I wrote the whole book, edited it myself. I then designed the cover and drawings, that art prize wasn’t wasted. I had copies printed for all my family and presented one to each other them. To this day I don’t think any of them had read it. Once again my confidence and ambition took a hit.

That was until three years ago when my marriage split and my new partner walked into my life. The strength she has given me and the confidence in writing I can never repay. Since she has been my cheerleader, I have written a crime novel and extended the children novel. I also have an urge to complete that long-lost novel. I still have a lot to learn, successful querying and synopsis writing but, I am further forward than I have ever been. I have made some mistakes along the way, for example, thinking I was published, for it to turn out to be a vanity press. Regardless of this, I have never given up. I have also established a reasonable presence on Medium and have even made a little money along the way.

I’m hoping the next year will bring me more success as a blogger as well as a publishing deal. If none of this happens I know I will not stop writing again. The biggest joy I get from writing is the simple process of writing itself.

What inspired you to write?

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