Wake up boy!

I think I got a bit of a telling off last night…I have been promising to write in this journal for a long time yet I only seem to manage once or twice a month. The “Wise One Oop North” (Yes, that is now your given name), has decided to play the legacy card. I must confess it would be nice to have something to pass on. Dad, has been keeping journal entries for years and will have a small library no doubt to pass on to me. I remain quietly worried as to the subject matter he has based some of his entries on, yet also eager to know. There is the magic of it right there. I want to know.

Still, there you have it. Another promise to write more often. I have to get on again now. I have dishes to wash before Jem and I are picked up by her sister. We are off to Macro today to stock up our pantry. Then this evening we have five-a-side football. We really need the practice too cause we’ve got a tournament in a few weeks.

By for now!


Author: Mark S Thompson

Okay, so these things are kind of hit and miss. If you’re reading this then I am thankful to you for taking the time out of your day to do so. I’ll be honest, when I think of myself as a writer, I kinda cringe. Don’t get me wrong, it is the dream, it's​ just I never really believe it will go anywhere. When I think back to the day that I first knew I loved writing, and I mean really knew, I see myself sitting in an English lesson at secondary school. The school was called Wrotham and is in the county of Kent, England. As far as I know, it's still there. English was far and away my favourite subject. The best bit was when the teacher gave the class a selection of words and asked us to make up a story that either contained those words or was about those words, you know. At other times we would be given the first sentence and then write what happens next. Good times. Many times my work would reflect what I had recently read and it would be okay. Nothing special, just okay. On one occasion though I wrote about a merman called Finchy and can remember going into so much depth and detail about him and the underwater kingdom he lived in. I really enjoyed writing that and it must have shown because my teacher commented on it. She was really impressed and loved the story. That was it for me, my moment. Now when I write I think back to those great times and to that story. Hopefully, I’ll write something that you, the reader, will be moved to comment on. For me, there is no greater elixir

One thought on “Wake up boy!”

  1. “There is the magic of it right there. I want to know.”

    And you *shall* know, Grasshopper……but not yet.

    Don’t worry too much about the content of some of the restricted entries. By the time you get to read the whole saga all contraversional stuff will be so far in the past that its ancient history….. at least I hope so, as i dont intend to drop off the twig for at least twenty years.

    If I do pop off suddenly then your Uncle Joe is the man to ask. He will hold the key, Grasshopper.


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