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David Steele
Guest
All of us are here because, in some way or other, writing is a big deal to us. It's obviously something we find worth discussing because - here we are, discussing it.
I mean, twitter is fine if you only want to post links, but the thing that sets us apart is the fact that we're actually interested in the conversation because we're genuinely drawn to the subject.
But why? There must have been some point in your life when you chose to define yourself as a writer. There must have been a moment when you thought - "You know what? This is me." as you picked up the pen.
What an odd choice to make. We could have been so many things.
Why this? What happened?
For me, it was a very exasperated English teacher reading out my short story in class and saying "For heavens sake, David - why do you never hand your work in? I would struggle to write this well, and you only even turn up to class when it's raining. I despair of you because you're wasting such a rare talent."
Maybe she was only saying it because she knew it would flick the switch. (I'm a man. Like most men, the Ego switch is easy to find). Maybe she genuinely meant it. But that moment in 1987 changed my life.
How about you?
I mean, twitter is fine if you only want to post links, but the thing that sets us apart is the fact that we're actually interested in the conversation because we're genuinely drawn to the subject.
But why? There must have been some point in your life when you chose to define yourself as a writer. There must have been a moment when you thought - "You know what? This is me." as you picked up the pen.
What an odd choice to make. We could have been so many things.
Why this? What happened?
For me, it was a very exasperated English teacher reading out my short story in class and saying "For heavens sake, David - why do you never hand your work in? I would struggle to write this well, and you only even turn up to class when it's raining. I despair of you because you're wasting such a rare talent."
Maybe she was only saying it because she knew it would flick the switch. (I'm a man. Like most men, the Ego switch is easy to find). Maybe she genuinely meant it. But that moment in 1987 changed my life.
How about you?