The Past

How far back do I go?

I couldn’t read or write correctly until I was 12. I felt like I was being pushed aside in primary school because I wasn’t good enough. Smart enough. I had trouble spelling three-letter words. I asked for help, but it never came. Maybe I should have pressed harder. Asked louder. But all I can remember from that time is that I could read or write correctly until I was 12.

Having said that, A few years back, I wrote a book. A 512-page book. I can see it now while writing this post. It’s shit. maybe if I put in the time to edit it, I can make it not shit… Maybe I will. Perhaps I won’t… I mean, all books in the first draft are shit, right?

I’ve been writing novels and short stories for a long time, but none has been up to my standard and or… I learned that after writing them. Basically, the subject matter because something I just wasn’t interested in writing anymore. I never realised how fickle and writer’s mind could be.

So, this site has a ‘Books’ blog thing. Yes, I have more ideas. And yes, I might learn to hate them, too; I guess we’ll see.

Yeah, this is it. 511 pages of heavy dense SHIT!