I can’t recall a time when the English language didn’t excite me as a tool for expression.
Throughout my life I have used it to say how I feel, to win an argument, to express my love, to share my thoughts and dreams and to sound more clever than I really am.
I was never a great English student and my amazing English Literature tutor (that’s not sarcasm – he really was a superb teacher), Mr David Henderson, had this to say of me in 1985:
(In my defence, I was in hospital with Meningitis during the mock revision time)
I show that because I write these poems and stories for the love of it. I don’t profess they are good or well written. They are not going to become classics like Tennyson or Wordsworth. I will probably never write a great novel like Hemingway or Steinbeck.
I do it because I love it. My Great Grandad gave me that love and if I can pass that on to one other young mind by what I write, then I have done more than I could have dreamed. If you think you write rubbish, don’t care. It’s your rubbish and one day someone you love might find it and love it and find out something new about you, long after you are gone.
If you feel the urge to write, then do it. You may find that you love it too.
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