When I first started writing, I didn’t really know what I was doing but, what I did know, was that I loved playing about with words. That was all I wanted to do, just put them down, play around with them, and see what happened, which was how I first started writing experimental prose. So experimental, in fact, once a sentence was down, I had no idea where it would lead but I didn’t care. I just followed the words. But what I didn’t do was impose a structure or form on these pieces of writing.
At some point, just following the words naturally led on to more structured writing, poems, short stories and longer fiction. So I would always encourage anyone to just put the words down and see where they lead. At one point, I bought an old sit-up-and-beg Imperial typewriter which I absolutely loved and which really made me feel a writer! We paid £15.00 for it.
Then, the advice always seemed to be to write about what you know but as I got more experienced, what I often did was to start with what I knew and go on from there, as in my long short story KISS KISS, where I took several grains of truth and built on them. Here’s an excerpt from that story which was published in an anthology……..
This is one of the best winters I remember because when I look out of the shop window, I can see the whole street glittering and snow plastered to the sides of the lamp-posts so that they look like Maypoles, only needing a handful of ribbons to finish them off.
Mr. Grogan came back from delivering the Orders, looks at me, then says, ‘You going out tonight, then?’
‘Of course, I’m going out. It’s Christmas Eve. I’m going to the Palais.’
‘Tut, tut,’ he goes. ‘Never in, you’re not. No wonder you were late this morning.’
But I wasn’t late this morning because I got up with our Joe and walked with him to work. He starts at half past seven. It was bitter cold when we got outside but I was sick of lying in bed, watching the clock tick tock tick tock tick tock all night.
I was glad I’d put my stilettos in my bag because it had just started to snow. It was so heavy, it was already lying and there was a bit of a wind, so before we’d got to the end of the street, we looked like snowmen.
That was when Joe said, ‘I’m signing on for the Army. I’m not waiting to be called up. I’m fed up of the life here. There’s got to be more to it than this.’
I always knew he’d go.
‘When are you going to sign on?’ I asked, and he said probably the first week in the New Year.
‘Then I’ll be gone by Spring.’
I want to get away from this town, too, but where my Mam’ll say, ‘Good idea,’ to our Joe. ‘Get yourself off and learn a trade.’
To me, she goes, ‘You are not going to Canada, full stop,’ yet he’s only eighteen months older.
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