Welcome to the world of
Michael G Kimber
Michael G Kimber
The Nightwriter
About This Site
I am, as the bible will assert, past my sell by date. My three score and ten years were, to use biblical parlance, accomplished . No matter! Since those words were writ, things have come on a pace, so I guess - ever the optimist - I’ve a year or two to go!!
Writing came late to me, so I will never attain the skill I admire in so many other writers, but I keep on trying.
Writing came late to me, so I will never attain the skill I admire in so many other writers, but I keep on trying.
Like many writers I am a good starter. Finishing however, is an altogether different matter, though occasionally there are some promising signs.
I have four more novels in various stages of gestation. One of them is little further on than conception, while the others show definite signs of development. Indeed, one has recently been kicking quite noticeably. Could be a birth is imminent?
I have four more novels in various stages of gestation. One of them is little further on than conception, while the others show definite signs of development. Indeed, one has recently been kicking quite noticeably. Could be a birth is imminent?
My artistic background (such as it is) was as a fairly competent photographer (at one time President of the Leeds Camera Club) an artist with some talent, but whose moments of glory came less frequently that I would have wished; and sadly, a failed musician. I have tried, with little success, to make some headway with a number of musical instruments, so I guess the pen (OK, the computer keyboard) is the latest in a long line of instruments.
Will the pattern now be broken? Well I doubt that I will become the next writing sensation, but you see it doesn’t really matter, for just like all those other attempts, I have enjoyed the process of learning; revelled in the satisfaction of small improvements when they came (and as they come) and treasured the generous encouragement from my peers when they felt it was deserved. That’s good enough for me.
Will the pattern now be broken? Well I doubt that I will become the next writing sensation, but you see it doesn’t really matter, for just like all those other attempts, I have enjoyed the process of learning; revelled in the satisfaction of small improvements when they came (and as they come) and treasured the generous encouragement from my peers when they felt it was deserved. That’s good enough for me.
Inevitably, there are lots of items in my ‘work in progress’ box. Snippings and cuttings and notes from hither and thither. Some of these may emerge one day in a short story or a poem, while some may find themselves absorbed into a longer work.
Sadly however, most of these ‘bits and pieces, these sperm like ideas, wriggling like mad to launch themselves - like their real life counterparts - into new and wonderful life, may never see the light of day.
Sadly however, most of these ‘bits and pieces, these sperm like ideas, wriggling like mad to launch themselves - like their real life counterparts - into new and wonderful life, may never see the light of day.
About Me
The five years I spent in the Royal Air Force were, in hindsight, a
very important time for me, away from home for the first time as a member of something much bigger than I had ever known. I was 17 at the beginning of that period, having gone through the biological change, and was now facing a psychological one, learning about myself and about life; of it’s pitfalls and its opportunities.
Oh how I wish that it were possible to enjoy the benefits of hindsight before the event, for I know that there were many missed opportunities. I was however, able to fill in many of the gaps in my knowledge and understanding of the world, and experience many things that would not otherwise have been possible. And, importantly, I was able to address some of the academic shortcomings that a poor, not to say meaningless, education system had all but guaranteed.
I know its a cliché, but it remains true just the same, that for me, and most other youths in those days of conscription,;I went in as a boy and came out as a man.
I think the young men (and girls too of course) of today are missing out on what was, and I’m sure still is, a wonderfully broadening and enlightening experience.
very important time for me, away from home for the first time as a member of something much bigger than I had ever known. I was 17 at the beginning of that period, having gone through the biological change, and was now facing a psychological one, learning about myself and about life; of it’s pitfalls and its opportunities.
Oh how I wish that it were possible to enjoy the benefits of hindsight before the event, for I know that there were many missed opportunities. I was however, able to fill in many of the gaps in my knowledge and understanding of the world, and experience many things that would not otherwise have been possible. And, importantly, I was able to address some of the academic shortcomings that a poor, not to say meaningless, education system had all but guaranteed.
I know its a cliché, but it remains true just the same, that for me, and most other youths in those days of conscription,;I went in as a boy and came out as a man.
I think the young men (and girls too of course) of today are missing out on what was, and I’m sure still is, a wonderfully broadening and enlightening experience.