If I was to ask you when it was you realised that you had a flair for writing, what would you say? I bet most people discovered a burgeoning talent when they were at school. Perhaps theirs was the essay which always got read out in class or during assembly. Your pieces were probably published in the school magazine and printed in the yearbook.
Quite often the distractions of those heady teenage years mean that writing gets put on the back burner. After all it’s not considered particularly cool to be hunched over a piece of paper with pen in hand while the rest of your mates are out doing what mates do best – having a good time!
The explosion in blogging has no doubt brought many a decent scribe out into the open. It offers a chance to show off your skills to a usually appreciative whilst invisible audience. Certainly it’s less daunting than sitting in a circle at a writing club facing the direct criticism of your fellow struggling authors.
I’ve often been asked when I started and I can remember quite clearly. Not for me back in school. In fact I didn’t exactly shine in things literary back then. I failed my final English exam with aplomb! It wasn’t that I couldn’t get to grips with grammar and Shakespeare, I simply wasn’t interested. I’ve made no secret of the fact that I never read a book from cover to cover until I was in my forties.
I can pretty well put a date on when I found words tumbling from my head. It was one day in August 2002!
At that time I had my pub, the Brewers Arms in remote farming village miles from any main road in the deepest Sussex countryside. Our community and that from the next village had a joint Village Diary which was published monthly and popped through the door of every house in our area – about 160 in all. I used to advertise each month, and gradually my copy was becoming more and more wordy.
It was suggested that I take a whole page each month and use it as a pub newsletter, and that’s what I did. Virtually everything that happened in the village took place or started in the pub. We had no village hall, my public bar doubled as that. We had committee meetings for this, annual general meetings for that, never a dull moment. We were always putting on some function or other and now I had the perfect place to shout about it.
Suddenly the Village Diary was eagerly awaited each month. Not for the date of the mobile library visit or the neighbourhood watch report, but for the account of the goings on at the Brewers Arms!
It scrutinised very closely too. One month I mentioned that the pub would have been serving beer for 250 years without missing a single day since July 5th 1753. I got a call telling me I was wrong. It actually opened on July 6th 1753!
So much for the past. Where will we all go with our writing in the future? Who knows? For my part, I hope I will still have my enthusiasm for scribbling for as long as I can string a few words together. If I could just get one small piece published without having to fund it myself it would at least be a form of ratification, proof that I have not been suffering some form of self delusion over my writing ability. I the meantime I’ll carry on spending far too much time here with my keyboard, and of course with you dear friends!
Quite often the distractions of those heady teenage years mean that writing gets put on the back burner. After all it’s not considered particularly cool to be hunched over a piece of paper with pen in hand while the rest of your mates are out doing what mates do best – having a good time!
The explosion in blogging has no doubt brought many a decent scribe out into the open. It offers a chance to show off your skills to a usually appreciative whilst invisible audience. Certainly it’s less daunting than sitting in a circle at a writing club facing the direct criticism of your fellow struggling authors.
I’ve often been asked when I started and I can remember quite clearly. Not for me back in school. In fact I didn’t exactly shine in things literary back then. I failed my final English exam with aplomb! It wasn’t that I couldn’t get to grips with grammar and Shakespeare, I simply wasn’t interested. I’ve made no secret of the fact that I never read a book from cover to cover until I was in my forties.
I can pretty well put a date on when I found words tumbling from my head. It was one day in August 2002!
At that time I had my pub, the Brewers Arms in remote farming village miles from any main road in the deepest Sussex countryside. Our community and that from the next village had a joint Village Diary which was published monthly and popped through the door of every house in our area – about 160 in all. I used to advertise each month, and gradually my copy was becoming more and more wordy.
It was suggested that I take a whole page each month and use it as a pub newsletter, and that’s what I did. Virtually everything that happened in the village took place or started in the pub. We had no village hall, my public bar doubled as that. We had committee meetings for this, annual general meetings for that, never a dull moment. We were always putting on some function or other and now I had the perfect place to shout about it.
Suddenly the Village Diary was eagerly awaited each month. Not for the date of the mobile library visit or the neighbourhood watch report, but for the account of the goings on at the Brewers Arms!
It scrutinised very closely too. One month I mentioned that the pub would have been serving beer for 250 years without missing a single day since July 5th 1753. I got a call telling me I was wrong. It actually opened on July 6th 1753!
So much for the past. Where will we all go with our writing in the future? Who knows? For my part, I hope I will still have my enthusiasm for scribbling for as long as I can string a few words together. If I could just get one small piece published without having to fund it myself it would at least be a form of ratification, proof that I have not been suffering some form of self delusion over my writing ability. I the meantime I’ll carry on spending far too much time here with my keyboard, and of course with you dear friends!
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I’ve just been reading back though a few issues of the Village Diary, and much of what I’d written back then I’d forgotten about. I’ll finish with a few entries from all that time back.
August was a fantastic month for the Brewers with record beer sales and enough food cooked to feed one of the smaller nations! Thank you to all who visited this strange hostelry with its wacky staff and fine upstanding landlord
Another said
A For Sale board will shortly appear at the Brewers (who cheered?) No, I’m selling up and leaving (who groaned?) It’s simply a board on which you can advertise your unwanted items (no husbands please) and the best bit – it’s free to use!
I also used my page to publicly tease my wonderful staff and I’ve just found this
My bar and kitchen slaves have been somewhat critical of remarks I’ve been making about them in my previous jottings, I can’t think why. They were offered a Right to Reply but nothing was forthcoming thereby leaving me an open goal! I will however moderate my remarks lest militancy sets in.
And finally
I’m a little aggrieved that so many of you where heard to cheer and applaud when I recently tripped on the stairs and landed on my derry-aire on the floor of the bar. Remember – I know who you are and I pour your drinks. There’s nothing more dangerous than a landlord scorned!
I’ve just been reading back though a few issues of the Village Diary, and much of what I’d written back then I’d forgotten about. I’ll finish with a few entries from all that time back.
August was a fantastic month for the Brewers with record beer sales and enough food cooked to feed one of the smaller nations! Thank you to all who visited this strange hostelry with its wacky staff and fine upstanding landlord
Another said
A For Sale board will shortly appear at the Brewers (who cheered?) No, I’m selling up and leaving (who groaned?) It’s simply a board on which you can advertise your unwanted items (no husbands please) and the best bit – it’s free to use!
I also used my page to publicly tease my wonderful staff and I’ve just found this
My bar and kitchen slaves have been somewhat critical of remarks I’ve been making about them in my previous jottings, I can’t think why. They were offered a Right to Reply but nothing was forthcoming thereby leaving me an open goal! I will however moderate my remarks lest militancy sets in.
And finally
I’m a little aggrieved that so many of you where heard to cheer and applaud when I recently tripped on the stairs and landed on my derry-aire on the floor of the bar. Remember – I know who you are and I pour your drinks. There’s nothing more dangerous than a landlord scorned!
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