I have always wanted to write. Or I thought I did. When I was 17 I scribbled a story in a large black book my dad stole from work one summer. I don’t remember what it was about, but I do know that Victor Visser borrowed it to read and never gave it back!
That Christmas I asked for a typewriter, thinking that I had found my calling, and I bashed out a few teen angst inspired poems about solitude and rainy days before succumbing to rage and frustration and a realisation that the I could not type and would be spending all of my time correcting what I had bashed out.
I did very little after that with the exception of a Tolkien inspired epic poem which I worked on when I was in the Army just after I left school. I have no idea what happened to it but I still remember the opening even after 28 years:
“The swirling veils of morning mist
were swept aside as morning kissed
the sleeping lands that lay below
and waking winds began to blow.”
I think the rest was about a quest and an evil force and a ring and some wizards and…well you get the idea. Mostly thievery.
And that, as far as I recall was it. For a short while I thought Journalism was for me but I never did anything about it, I mostly just had an itch which I left unscratched.
Fast forward three decades, a wife, 2 kids, mortgage, career and a load of stuff in between I found myself inspired by a friend to look at WordPress just over a fortnight ago. Well, I will be honest, it has been rather fun and wholly addictive and after nearly 30 years I have managed to write some of the things I always wanted to but didn’t know I did.
I have no idea how one should write, I do not know whether full stops go before speech marks and the structure of a good story is beyond me. I do know though that I am loving doing it, even if it is a shambles.
Perhaps it was how easy it was to set up, maybe the joy of writing, perhaps it was the thrill of someone actually liking something I wrote or maybe just the joy of finishing something I meant to do so long ago but never got round to.
Whatever it is, my wife hopes I put that shelf up in the kitchen sooner than it took me to do this because I also assured her, in a very similar way, that ensuring she has somewhere to put the pans is something I want to do very much, if only I could find my spirit level.
Want to read more of my stuff that’s not about me but about Aliens and zombies and people and rude poems and life and stuff?
10 thoughts on “I took a 30 year break – Dormant – Daily Prompt”
I may have experienced the same 3 decades!!
🙂 hopefully i have 3 more to make up for it.
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Your writing is certainly not a shambles!
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Ta man. Im working on it 🙂
LOL! Me too
You misspelled shambles.
The correct spelling is brilliant.
I loved this. And just in in trouble myself because I put on the bacon and got to writing and the HE in my WE doesn’t like it burnt. Wink.
He will get his bacon eventually 🙂
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