One summer’s day, as driving rain pelted the window of the Daily Depress newspaper office, I spotted an advertisement for a creative writing course in the Algarve.
The advertisement promised a complete refund of the cost of the course, if I didn't earn it back from selling my writing, and it changed my life.
The advertisement promised a complete refund of the cost of the course, if I didn't earn it back from selling my writing, and it changed my life.
As soon as I arrived on the holiday [I mean creative writing course], Clive, the tutor, spotted my latent talent.
He insisted on offering me intensive, one-to-one coaching.
I returned from the Algarve after two weeks, spent.
Fortunately, I also somehow managed to find the time - and energy - while I was there to learn how to write novels.
On my return, I left my job in journalism, realising that my true vocation was to be a visionary novelist.
A sad loss for the newspaper, of course, but a great gain for the world of literature.
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