Danny Kemp.

Words of warning to all you Ladies out there.

We are constantly told nowadays that concentration is needed as we drive upon the shared busy roads where we work or simply use to travel along. “Don’t use mobile phones! Be careful if you light a cigarette! Don’t drink from a cup or can!” All wise and commendable advice. There are more that I have no need of mention to you but beware, another may soon be coming.

What about the distraction that a beautiful woman can cause to a discerning eye, or the smile on a radiant face directed in a mans direction? The weather is warming and those winters robes are disappearing, allowing the emergence of shapely figures once more to gracing those roads and streets.

Beware all you Ladies that someone not as wonderful as you becomes envious of your appeal, banning you and making inspirational days a thing of the past.


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.
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