I love to read. When I was in my early teens, I read the ‘Point Horror’ collection. These were a series of books that we composed with amazing skills… The authors knew how to reach out to the reader, to put them in the scenario in which they were reading about.
At the same time, the ‘Goosebumps’ books were out… I tried to read those, but I found them too childish for my ‘older-than-most’ mind. The Point Horror collection really gripped me.
Can anyone remember the old Windows programme, Word Perfect 2.0? We’re going back a few years there, huh?
Well, when I was about 14, or 15, I started to write a story using Word Perfect 2.0. I was writing in a way similar to the Point Horror authors. After a week or so, I realised that my story was no longer a short one, as I had intended, I decided to just keep writing… Page after page was written… Eventually, I had the start of a book that was at 170 pages… And still going.
The problem what I had now began stumbling on where to go next. I knew what was going to happen next, and I already had the end of the book worked out, but I was struggling with how to get there. I had writers block.
I saved the story on a floppy disc, and I put it away to return to when I had a plan.
Soon the weeks turned in to months… The months turned in to years…
When I was about 21, or so, I found the disc. I tried to open my file on the computer, however with the evolution of the computer, there was now no such thing as Word Perfect. Microsoft Word was now in full force. After a lot of searching, I managed to find a downloadable programme that would convert the file for me.
Reading through my work, I smiled at the time, effort and imagination that had poured in to this piece of writing. But when I got to the end, I was in the same place as before. I could still remember the ending, but I didn’t know how to get there.
In a moment of madness, I erased my work. It was as though it had never been written.
Thinking about it now, I was really silly to do such a thing.
However, I have been thinking that maybe I should try again. I am older now; over double my age from when I first started writing the book; and I have experience. The experience of the highs and lows of life; the expectations of life; and more importantly, my imagination is in full bloom. I really must put my creative mind to work.
So, if, in a few years, you see a newly published book in your local bookstore, and it has my name on it, don’t forget where you first heard of me.