Danny Kemp.

I am a private person by nature yet love company, I have on many occasions been called an enigma; a chameleon fitting in with the surroundings that I’m in. I am an intense person, throwing myself into whatever project, mission, desire that is current in my life at any given time. I am an impatient person and not good at explaining what I expect from others. I am the sort that would rather do something myself than ask for it to be done.

I have a £80,000 debt that has to be paid by August next year and no way to repay that. Our home will be taken from us.

The debt was incurred as a result of a road traffic accident that was not my fault, but it was my fault when I listened to a solicitor, who said that I would be paid in full for the three and a bit years that I was unable to work.

I wrote a book. People who have read it say that it is a good book, good enough for a film producer to want to make it into a film, but that is a want, a wish, a plan, it is not now. It is not something I can show as evidence of book sales to a bank manager as I plead for more time to make things right with him.

I hear so called ‘friends’ say “I’ve bought your book'” or “I will buy your book.” Why can’t people just be honest and say “I can’t care less.” Is that a lie that they feel better in? I see others on Face Book or Twitter say “I’ve bought so and so’s book,” countless times, naming writer after writer, why? I see the word ‘bestseller’ appended to authors who give their ‘precious’ work away free. I see one author after another giving rave reviews to their friends novel, than expecting the same.

I see that now you can buy reviews that liken the purchasers work to Ulysses or Great Expectations yet with my novel; I have to beg Libraries to offer it.

Is life is a delusion of false people and false sentiments?

 

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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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5 Responses to Danny Kemp.

  1. onisha says:

    August was a throw in the towel awful month for sales. Thankfully, it will get better.

  2. dannykemp says:

    I get too impatient sometimes and expect too much Onisha. Thanks for the encouraging words.

  3. (((((hugs))))) Danny, you WILL get there hon 🙂

    Xx

  4. Thank you Vikki and good to see again.

  5. John Hopkins says:

    We met at the cafe in Bluewater Saturday last. when we finished lunch, Chris went and purchased your book.
    I will read it during our November break. john

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