Saturday’s child works hard for a living,
A penchant for scribbling
I failed my English exam three times. I failed because my spelling was bad and my grammar was awful. This is how I discovered that I enjoyed writing; actually that was how I discovered that I liked telling stories and recounting events. I find the process of putting it all on a page with the correct words using the right letters in the right order a bit tedious and the thought of going over a piece to edit out the mistakes, correct the spelling and generally tidy it up is just a bit alien. What I like is to get my thoughts and stories out of my head and down on paper.
When I was a college I instigated and produced a number of club newsletters, It was a way to channel my inner story teller without boring people in bars. Once the story was out it had been told and there was no need for me to speak it. What I enjoyed was the creation of the stories, I wasn’t that concerned whether they were actually read or not.
The writing took a back seat for a few years when I started work as work wasn’t worth writing about. I did keep notes about some of my travels with the vague idea of producing a book or diary, it took a long time bat eventually I did but them together between covers. I wasn’t very satisfied with the result.
During my climbing days I produced a club newsletter, I really enjoyed doing that. It came out every two months or so and my job was to gather contributions, edit them, collate them and produce a publication that was posted to all the members. Getting people to write things was a pain so I would write many of the articles myself. I would either listen to peoples stories on the meets and recount them or write from my experiences climbing. This all lead to dabbling with producing a website for the club as a place to put the words (and to cut the postage bill). I learnt a lot about websites by doing that.
I’d toyed with the idea of putting the news letters into a book but it was only an ever a thing that I would have liked to have done until I read about the rise of self-publishing services. Suddenly the world of vanity publishing no longer demanded a print run to produce books I had no interest in selling. Now books could be produced on demand. This was absolutely ideal for me; I could create the book without having to worry about actually selling them. Over the course of a few moths I assembled all the newsletters into a book. The one and only copy sits proudly on my bookshelf.
I discovered the world of blogging a few years ago, this seemed like an ideal platform for my style of writing. It started with a blog initially based around my adventures in tricycling but slowly grew into accounts and stories of the things I did at weekends. It is a bit like my “news” exercise book at school. After that I started a blog in German as an outlet for me to practice producing stories in a different language. Eventually I felt the need to write a diary of sorts, the intention was to note down fragments of stories and ideas that would later become incorporated in something else. It became a diary of my rather mundane life. I have not, even during my angst ridden teenage years, kept a diary so it has been an interesting experience.
I write for myself as I like to create stories, I publish them as there may be someone out there who is interested in them but I’m always amazed when someone reads my stuff let alone leave a “like”. I just glad that the web gives me an outlet for my scribblings.