Tuesday, 3 February 2009
Remember that story I wrote in Year 6? The children's story that I wrote, and Samantha Brown illistrated. The one they ended up having bound, and adding as a permanant item in the school library?
Remember the story ("Castaways", Gosh, how corny" I wrote in Year 7? The one you bragged to everyone you met about? When you told all and sundry I'd be a writer?
Remember one day, when Tam and Gem were in Year 11, and they brought home an assignment, an analytical piece they had to write for English? And the Example they were given was a piece I'd written in Year 10? Remember how you felt then? I remember your smile, your eyes as you showed me. I remember the tone of your voice when you told everyone at work.
Well, this one'll grab you. Today, I receieved my first pay check for writing. It wasn't much. Just a couple of hundred. But it's there, sitting in the bank (well, half of it is, the rest went on the car loan). And I made it. By writing.
To quote you...How do you like them apples?
I love you. God, how I miss you. I wish you were here for this one. You'd have been chuffed. Might call Gem later. She's the only one (other than my friends on here) who might 'get it'.
Sleep now. I love you.