By Baker Street
It is Easter and almost thirty years since my father died. I have been in the writing game for more than ten years now. I will be forty-five soon, and in that time I have loved, lost and lived.
I did my Army duty when I was young and then went into the building trade. I was a bricklayer for several years before becoming a barman. I worked for five years at a bowling club as the official barman before getting the crazy idea in my head to start writing. I have had my ups and downs and never made any money, but I enjoyed every moment of it.
There is no fulfilment and joy like creating art. During the hard times I just kept at it, and there was a good many of those. I have met people from all over the world, and from all walks of life. We have shared our art and our ideas, and at times I have had wonderful feedback. Money isn’t everything; but human interaction is. I can only hope people will get some of the joy out of my work that went into creating it.
If I never make a penny out of my writing, I will still be rich in the fulfilment it has given me. And during the hard times I have a bit of advice that someone once gave me to carry me through it all: “Stick to principles and value all men equally…” Love, hope and faith can never be lost.
Persevere with the pen and find yourself.