Day 127

What do you believe is your forte as a writer?

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I have always liked English as a subject at school, starting at primary school and getting books for Christmas.

My favourite shop was a newsagent and bookstore up the road, and while my mother shopped in the grocery store, I would go looking at the books.

It wasn’t until secondary school and the introduction to English literature that my love of books took a new turn. The school had a library, and there I could discover all of the schoolboy heroes like Biggles and the adventures of the Famous Five and Secret Seven.

It also afforded me the chance to work as a librarian and learn the ropes, as it were, and for a while, the idea of going to university to become a proper librarian was firmly planted in my mind.

Of course, circumstances got in the way of that plan, and I finished up leaving school early and never quite making it to university.

But I did go to correspondence school and picked up English literature again, but this time, it was a study of various aspects of literature, such as poetry, fiction, plays, and nonfiction.

I didn’t like poetry. In fact, I did not understand it at all.

I liked the idea of writing a play and creating a screenplay, but I never got around to it.

No, my first foray into writing came when I started doing an off-campus degree that majored in literature and had units called narrative.

Yes, the expectation was to write stories. Short stories, and so I began. Those I wrote as assignments scored well. Those I wrote and submitted did not.

Yes, it was the beginners’ story, the pile of rejections that started crushing that desire to succeed.

There was, around this time, a novel competition run by the Australian newspaper, and, like all naive beginners, I told myself my first entry would blow them away, and the prize was mine.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

But I wrote a novel every year until I was too old to participate. Unfortunately, I can’t find the manuscripts I wrote back then; perhaps disgusted, I threw them away. Pity, I would like to see them now, just to see how bad they were.