Who is Danny Kemp and what, if any, relevance has he in todays diverse society?
I know him quite well so allow me to introduce this enigma to you. He is sixty-two years of age and has led a varied life that some can only imagine at. He was, at the age of seventeen, a Police Cadet graduating on to become a Police Constable only to find that his sense of justice was not the same as those in the legal profession. They, the learned ones, saw little difference between the perpetrator of the crime and the victim.
Danny saw things in another light, but realized that he could not right the wrongs of injustice nor bring back to life the three bodies he had seen during his efforts to uphold the law.
He did the ‘Knowledge of London’ and became a Licensed London Taxi driver, holding that license to this day. After some years of ‘cabbing‘ his attention was turn to the Licensed Pub Trade so off he went to chance his arm. Here that sense of fair-play was once again tested.
The ideal of a village pub catering for families and friends idling away the evenings whilst socializing with a drink or two was not what the ‘local and resident clientele’ envisaged. There was a disagreement; and those who were ejected started a war of nerves and disruption against Danny. He retaliated and was arrested for attempted murder only to find the charge eventually reduced and no option but to plead guilty. On the day of the trial his actions were applauded by the Magistrate and Danny was exonerated, given an absolute discharge whilst the offended party was bound over to keep the peace for three years. There was, seemingly, justice left to find in this green and pleasant land, but not for long.
On a crisp, but sunny, November lunch time in 2006 there he was, stopped at a red traffic light opposite The Old Bailey, in The City of London, with its maxim of “ Justice for the Poor and punishment for the Wrongdoer” high above, when a van smashed into him. Taken to hospital, and kept in overnight, only to then suffer from fear of driving and the consequences of others’ incompetent actions. Four almost four years those symptoms of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder persisted. Leading me up to where he is now.
He wrote a novel. It was about how an Italian patriarch, on learning how he would never have son, strove to adapt his youngest daughter into what he believed she needed to become in order to take control of the immense family conglomerate he controlled. Danny sent his work off to literary agents and sat back for the phone to ring. After more months of self-doubt it finally did.
The unedited novel was sent, on the approving agents recommendation, to fifteen of the most respected publishing houses in the world. Guess what, it wasn’t accepted. He wrote another; but this time paid for an editor and paid for its publication. This is where his experiences may be of help to you.
The solicitor, engaged by his insurance company after that accident in 2006, told Danny that all his losses, expenses and consultancy fees incurred would be covered, he would not lose out financially. It was the wrong advice, but Danny didn’t know that. He borrowed heavily having no other means to provide for every day living costs. Winding up an eighty-thousand pound overdraft during that period of inability to work. He has no way to repay that debt.
Do you now feel sad for him or simply indifferent to his plight, just another tale of the ups and downs we all suffer? Well, now here’s the rub.
THE DESOLATE GARDEN is the title of that second book that he wrote and paid out to have published. Incurring the jibes of ‘vanity’ and derision of the mistakes overlooked by that editor, and it’s doing well. The future is bright, particularly so because a film producer saw it and has paid for the option of turning his well composed spy, murder mystery into a film starting next year in the United Arab Emigrates and on location in London. So what you say, just another lucky so-and-so who happened to be in the right place right time. Well, yes, you’re right that’s true, but cannot his luck inspire you?
It is only too late to try when you are in that casket on the way to your own funeral. Never give up on hope before hope gives up on you.
Danny Kemp, author of THE DESOLATE GARDEN. http://www.amazon.co.uk/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_i_1_19?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=the+desolate+garden+danny+kemp&sprefix=The+Desolate+garden%2Cstripbooks%2C235