Born to be an author

It’s good to be at home, and it’s been a very nice Christmas.

My mum’s been clearing out some cupboards, and found a bit of writing I did when I was maybe 6 or 7.  We’re very impressed, so I’m here to share it:


[spelling/punctuation/etc. author’s own]

Once there was a boy and he wanted to play football in the park

(boy) where is my football

(mum) where you left it.

(boy) where did I leave it

(mum) I don’t now but it’s where you left it.

(boy) let’s go to the sport shop and buy another one

(mum) yes.

(boy) can I have this one.

(mum) yes you can have that one

(boy) great! let’s go to the park now

(mun) yes, come on

(boy) come down here mum look at this I have found my old foot ball.

(mun) why did you ask for another one

(boy) because I could-not find it and I have lost my new one

(mum) I can see it give it to your sister


As you can see, I was writing about what was on my heart – always best.

Excellent spelling, nice twist-in-the-tale, and good use of brackets!


Paul Frederic Simon

And so here we are, and here we shall hopefully continue to be.

As my first prophetic statement to the world, I thought it’d be nice to investigate the origin of the quote under which glorious banner we are standing.

Over to you, mister Simon:

It was a slow day
And the sun was beating
On the soldiers by the side of the road
There was a bright light
A shattering of shop windows
The bomb in the baby carriage
Was wired to the radio

These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all

The way we look to a distant constellation
That’s dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don’t cry baby, don’t cry
Don’t cry

Very deep, I know!

In a world where we’re all led to believe that the camera is following ME, it’s good to know that BRIGHT LIGHTS suddenly appear on SLOW DAYS, when we’re not feeling like the superstars we’re meant to be.

Don’t cry baby, don’t cry …