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MY FIRST NOVEL…THE VOICE RISES!!
I had been writing for five years or so and when my grandma died…I wrote this.
Follow the Feeling.
It had been trailing me for a while. The impetus, the idea of a Middle aged man who realised his life was diabolically dire. He had two pathetic sons, a wife who shared no passion and a job that was so full of fakery it killed him just to be around the other employees…of course there were my usual twists and takes on life.
I can’t, even if I tried write like anybody else for too long a stretch.
We were on our way to picking up the death certificate, I was in my grandad’s car. A car dealership to the right, Robert Peel hospital further down the line…we were heading on towards Good Hope. They’d fixed me up many a times, broken ankles, clavicles, dislocated knees but there ain’t no cure for brain cancer.
The heavens could have opened up. Blighty! ARCADIA in sight I was sailing on the good ship to my own voice!
I had cracked it, it was me, it was the thing I am, a sculpted thing from the blossoming clouds above! The whole of the novel was in my head at that moment.
Follow
the Feeling
(A-Wop-bop-a-loo-bop-a-wam-bam-boom!)
