Danny Kemp.

I never knew my father well, in fact, it would be more correct to say that I never knew him at all. He died when he was forty-seven and I was just sixteen. I say ‘just’ but there really was nothing ‘just’ about me then. I was selfish, conceited, deceitful and disrespectful. Preferring sports, clothes and friends to either his, or my mothers, company.
There was one occasion though when I did listen to his wise words, and they have stayed with me ever since.
He said that a person’s intelligence could not solely be judged on their own individual knowledge, but, more so, on their ability to know where to find out what they don’t know themselves.

I have spent the best part of my life listening to others and assimilating knowledge from them, as my own academic qualifications do not amount to much, and I have learnt from those conversations and overheard speech.
In my opinion, you can learn more from people, than you can ever learn from reading a book, but few listen and; even fewer listen well.


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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2 Responses to Danny Kemp.

  1. Those are wise words indeed, as are the man who follows them.

  2. 1poa says:

    Nice story bro

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