Danny Kemp.

I have heard the writing of a book described in many ways ranging from impossible to easy depending, I guess, on the individual’s perception of that task. Some have great imagination and the time able to commit to the process, others neither the time nor the commitment, but I would like to look at it from a different view other than ability or dedication. The hardest part, that I have never seen mentioned.

If you live alone, never stepping out of your comfortable home, you could never be criticized or accused of making a mistake, but few of us are either that narcissistic or independent. None of us seek ridicule we don’t want to be pointed at and spoken off badly:

“See him, or her, made a mistake once still picking them self up from the ground, never find me like that.”

I’ve been blessed, maybe because I’ve fallen more times than most, and never felt the need to use those labels of ‘losers’ and ‘winners’

We crave company, we are all sociable creatures until of course someone upsets that image we have of ourselves and we take it to heart their abuse and censure. Some withdraw never competing again, whilst others strive on, driven by ambition and determination, to succeed in their goals no matter what. I’m not driven by ambition but I am determined and there lies my fault.

The writing of my own novel we easy, it took less than three months. The promotion has been difficult mainly because I had no knowledge of where I should promote. It’s been pleasurable and tedious but not insurmountable, now though comes that hardest part.

My work, my efforts and utter devotion is now irretrievable. They are in print for all to see and pass judgement on. I can not down load it at the first indication of a grammatical error or mistake rectifying it before further denunciation. It stands alone and I’m out there to have that disparagement once again directed at me. I believe in myself and my novel but I too suffer from insecurities.

Please treat it and me gently, if you receive it in a critical mind.

About Daniel Kemp

Daniel Kemp’s introduction to the world of espionage and mystery happened at an early age when his father was employed by the War Office in Whitehall, London, at the end of WWII. However, it wasn’t until after his father died that he showed any interest in anything other than himself! On leaving academia he took on many roles in his working life: a London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver, but never did he plan to become a writer. Nevertheless, after a road traffic accident left him suffering from PTSD and effectively—out of paid work for four years, he wrote and self-published his first novel —The Desolate Garden. Within three months of publication, that book was under a paid option to become a $30 million film. The option lasted for five years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company. All seven of his novels are now published by Creativia with the seventh—The Widow’s Son, completing a three book series alongside: What Happened In Vienna, Jack? and Once I Was A Soldier. Under the Creativia publishing banner, The Desolate Garden went on to become a bestselling novel in World and Russian Literature in 2017. The following year, in May 2018, his book What Happened In Vienna, Jack? was a number one bestseller on four separate Amazon sites: America, UK, Canada, and Australia.  Although it's true to say that he mainly concentrates on what he knows most about; murders laced by the mystery involving spies, his diverse experience of life shows in the short stories he writes, namely: Why? A Complicated Love, and the intriguing story titled The Story That Had No Beginning. He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication and described as—the new Graham Green—by a highly placed employee of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of book signing events. He has also appeared on 'live' television in the UK publicising that first novel of his. He continues to write novels, poetry and the occasional quote; this one is taken from the beginning of Once I Was A Soldier There is no morality to be found in evil. But to recognise that which is truly evil one must forget the rules of morality.
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