I started serious writing soon after leaving the Royal navy in 1962.
My colourful description of a sailor’s life in the 1950s caught the attention of a publisher. Unfortunately he went bankrupt and sank without trace before a contract could be signed.
A wife and son occupied my attention for a few years after that, and my writing was confined to notes in a diary for future use.
Later, when my circumstances changed, suddenly I had all the time in the world to carry on writing. I joined a local writing group. It was the best thing I could have done. I received an unending amount of encouragement and help with my efforts to establish myself as a writer.
Thirty eight rejection slips later ‘My Weekly’ magazine accepted one of my articles. That encouraged me, and since then I have enjoyed seeing my work in print in ‘People’s Friend’, ‘Best of British’ magazine and ‘Writer’s News.’ A dozen or so of my stories, mostly with a ghostly or sci-fi theme, have met with success in various magazines. I also enter any writing competition that happens to catch my eye, and on rare occasions the judges get it right and shower me with prizes.
Twenty years have passed since I first knocked on the door of that writers group and benefited from so doing.
I have a notice stuck on my printer.
“If an editor sends me a rejection slip, he is missing a golden opportunity.”
And I know I am right.
Thomas Parr. 2012.