The words of Danny Kemp.

Danny Kemp
Final comment of the night as I’m going to have an early one.

I believe the saying graceful as a Gazelle. Having never seen one live I cannot vouch for the authenticity of that, but will accept its truism. I wonder though that if a Gazelle ever looked around, as I do, if he or she might see gracefulness elsewhere?
It always amazes me just how graceful some women carry themselves, even in the most trying of conditions. Today, in London, was such a day.
After a very early dull start it turned cold with a persistently heavy drizzle, yet still, on more than one occasion, I caught sight of some elegantly attired and graceful Ladies. I don’t want to give any wrong impression here, my eyes do occasionally watch what is in front, but over the years I have found that things to the side of…

View original post 38 more words


About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
This entry was posted in Author/Writer, Raconteur. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s