Why I write.
I used to hate writing.
When I was a child in Northern Ireland I hated writing at school. It was hard work. Damning me with faint praise, at fourteen, my English teacher wrote on my end of year report:
"He makes up with enthusiasm for what he lacks in ability in this subject."
For the past eighteen years I have been an English teacher!
Back in the sixties I remember Dad telling me we needed science teachers to fight the Russians. So, I did science at school and eventually became a science teacher.
I first started writing when I went to Bristol University to do my teacher training in 1975. I was so lonely that I wrote furiously out of boredom, frustration and anger-about a fictional character called "Macmillan" (myself) who found it difficult to relate to anyone at all.
I remember the typist saying to me kindly:
"You have a very Irish style."
I think she was referring to the four-letter words splattered across the pages. I could hardly look at her with the embarrassment. She thought I knew something about writing! I was vain and so flattered. My fragile ego had been stroked for the first time.
I was addicted. I wrote some more and then lost it all somewhere. I lost patience with myself and gave it up: a familiar theme in my life.
Maybe my old teacher was correct: I didn't write again for twenty seven years.That was in 1975.
I stopped writing and didn't start again until about 2002.
Now, I'm addicted again. The motivation is similar-frustration with the loneliness of life as an outsider. But, I like writing now as an end in itself. I need it like a drug. It is the almost the only form of meaningful communication left to me.
I've tried sending what I've written to friends. Some like it-but others I know only read out of politeness. I don't want to foist my writing on them. So, I've decided to blog.
I'm vain enough to need an audience but I don't want to bother or lose my friends unnecessarily.I've no idea how to start a blog -another very familiar theme in my life!
I'll maybe start with an overview of my life in the next blog. Any assistance from readers would be greatly appreciated.
Retirement, Kota Kinabalu

This is where I would like to be after I have robbed the bank
Sunday, May 24, 2009
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