I was always writing stories back in school, even in primary. The earliest ones were often described in reports as having ‘a chatty style of prose’ which meant I was pretty free form in my approach and forever breaking the fourth wall when I didn’t know what the fourth wall was. I would usually start with something like this.
‘Once upon a time there were two people standing upon a broken bridge…
…yes, I said broken!
Why are two people standing on this broken bridge?
And why haven’t they seen it was broken?
Some people are really stupid it seems.
It’s a health and safety nightmare.
Won’t anybody think of the children?
Good god alive.
The bridge breaks.
They get wet.
Let’s eat cake’.
Seriously, a lot of the very first things I wrote sounded like they were translated from Japanese to English by a person who couldn’t read either. I’d like to think I improved a bit over the years that followed. I did some better stories during secondary school which did result in my English teacher of the time handing me a copy of Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy and saying that it was probably ‘my sense of humour’. She was right.
(Something strange I found out later on, I share a birthday with Douglas Adams which in no way is me saying I’m as good as he was)
During college though, apart from a year long creative writing night class, I mainly wrote scripts which requires thinking really visual and forever wondering what would look good on screen. I haven’t written anything short story related for years, I’m not sure I could get back into it even though I’ve been thinking about giving it a go to break up script writing. I’m still undecided as to what to do with the end result though. Part of me wants to try and get it published somehow, the other part of me wants to just stick it up on this blog. I’m pretty sure the latter is a little bit vain though.