Weird, Minus One House-Point

  BY CARMEN MARCUS   It was the summer of 1984 and Lady Di was just about to marry my toy gorilla, Gogo. My mum was standing watching the rain and then she did something extraordinary. She thrust her hands through the glass pane of the back door. My dad grabbed Lady Di’s (aka Barbie) long wedding train (a pillowcase) to bind my mum's wrists. Then the ambulance came and Mum was taken away and Di’s broken head was left on the floor. Children

My Writing Journey

  BY GLENN McGOLDRICK   My writing journey? Ha-ha. Sounds pretentious. Where to start? I liked writing as a kid. 'Tiger Man' was one of my stories from primary school. I wrote and wrote, page after page. Can’t remember any of the story at all. I was probably around 7 years old. I just had the main character, Tiger Man. I won some kind of prize for it. A notepad? Jelly babies? Gold star? Something. At secondary school I was The Man in English class;

My Journey as a Writer

BY HEINRICH VAN DER WALT   “You know, you should write this stuff down,” Anton said. We were sitting on the back porch of our farmhouse, looking out over the grassy backyard. It was a typical sweltering summer in the Karoo, the only respite from the heat coming from the ice cream cones we were eating. Beyond the fence that surrounded our yard, the veldt was swimming in mirages, giving the impression that our lawn was an island in the middle of

Neuroses & Nirvana

BY DAVID WHITAKER   My first book was self-published. I wrote every word and illustrated it myself. I also cut all the pages, and stapled them together. It had a print run of one, a readership of two, and was about butterflies. I was four years old. I love books. When I was young, I loved them so much I wanted to create my own. I still do, though I lost my way for a while. I stopped writing when I was around sixteen. I

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