In those days I didn't really think much about getting published, or even getting read. I was just having a ball, putting pen to paper, and writing whatever came into my head.
Having written Bullies longhand, I typed it up on a manual typewriter, obviously riddled with mistakes, stuff crossed out and so on. I'm one of those people who gets an idea in his head, and just starts writing, and the book sort of writes itself. I have no idea how it will end, and I think that's part of the fun.
Bullies was then filed away, and forgotten about. Time to start on book two. I've always loved football, and I remember my dad telling me a story about his younger brother being a very good footballer, but when the men from the Wolves football club came round to sign him for the club, my grandad refused to let him sign, and told him to get a proper job. This was the basis for my story, about a young man who runs away from home after his dad won't let him sign. It's about his struggles to make it as a footballer on his own, his success and failures and how much injury destroys his career and almost cost him his life.
It was a long book, took me almost two years to write. Again after typing it up, it was filed away for prosperity. At about this time, I began if my writing was any good or not and how I could improve it. More of that in my next blog.
Having written Bullies longhand, I typed it up on a manual typewriter, obviously riddled with mistakes, stuff crossed out and so on. I'm one of those people who gets an idea in his head, and just starts writing, and the book sort of writes itself. I have no idea how it will end, and I think that's part of the fun.
Bullies was then filed away, and forgotten about. Time to start on book two. I've always loved football, and I remember my dad telling me a story about his younger brother being a very good footballer, but when the men from the Wolves football club came round to sign him for the club, my grandad refused to let him sign, and told him to get a proper job. This was the basis for my story, about a young man who runs away from home after his dad won't let him sign. It's about his struggles to make it as a footballer on his own, his success and failures and how much injury destroys his career and almost cost him his life.
It was a long book, took me almost two years to write. Again after typing it up, it was filed away for prosperity. At about this time, I began if my writing was any good or not and how I could improve it. More of that in my next blog.