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Walking Wounded

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Here is some sample writing from this book:

JANUARY 2004
I walk up the stone steps to the front door of the house and struggle with the lock. Due to its age there is a certain knack to getting it to open. Normally I can open it first time by rapid twisting but this evening it resists my efforts. The security light goes back off and can no longer see the lock. I stop and turn and go back down the top step, then back up again. The light clicks back on. I start again with the keys and this time I succeed. I go up the remaining two flights of grey carpeted stairs to the flat door and open it. I stand and listen for signs of someone else being present. It is silent. I shout ?Hello??. There is no answer.

My brother is not here even though he usually finishes work before me. It is a Monday so I have no expectation that he is doing something safe or normal. I feel anxious about this. In my head I begin an argument with him about taking care of business, of not drinking so much because things are very fragile at the moment. It is a Monday evening in January, and we are less than three weeks from the end of the tenancy agreement . The other person sharing this flat has not returned to London since Christmas. We do not know where he is. I cannot talk to my mother about this as she will worry too much because she is far away, and I am not phoning home at this time because I am angry about how things were at Christmas, especially with my step-father.

I need to speak to my Dad because I do not know what to do. Would he know what to do? I don?t think so because I feel that the desperateness of my situation is his fault. What could he say? I don?t know what to do and he would not know what to do because I am the same as him.

I leave my sports bag and coat in my large bedroom and walk down the hallway to the living room. I stand at a window and look outside . It is dark but the streetlamps illuminate the road below and I can see through the tree branches that there is no-one around. There are a lot of trees in this area. The flat is in Hampstead and is very big with high ceilings and sash windows. It is the best flat I have lived in in London and I think it is the best area too, but tonight I think I will have to move on again soon. It is just under a year since I moved in. I have lived in so many different flats in my twelve years in London. More flats than years, and I hate having to move and start again. Just as I have go used to the change and established a new routine it is time to move again.

Dad, I really just want to go home. I do not like it here. There are too many people and it is too noisy. It is unfriendly and the people I do get to know move away again. I need someone to help me leave here. I cannot do that myself and you know I cannot go back to live at Mam?s house because of him.

I hope you get a publisher as I think Dyspraxia raises a lot of human issues, like: what do we class as disability, how we treat people who are 'different', not to mention bullying etc. The fact that it is your and your Dad's own personal story makes it sound incredibly moving.

Would like to read some sample work too.

Good luck

You definitly have a story, and you come across as a really nice bloke.
You have to show that you're also a good writer - can you write this story? You eluded to the fact that you'd started writing, perhaps you could put a sample of your writing alongside your pitch, to show potential agents what you can do!

This sounds very personal and painful - but we all have a fascination with the darker side of life. And if there's a lesson to be learned (or a secret of life to discover) it sounds as if it would make a book worth reading.

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