Puddles of reflection are like mirrors to the mind.
Images left behind you with their view redefined.
A canopy of cover, a buffer to the pain.
Puddles of reflection rippling in the rain.

© 2016, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved


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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7 Responses to Memories

  1. Lovely Danny. I have been so busy lately that I have not had a chance to visit with you and I do apologize for that. The summer brings my grandmotherly duty of watching my grand daughters on a daily basis and the two year old is a spit fire. She will be going to day care starting next week now that she is old enough so I will only be watching her sister who is 9, and she is a pleasure.
    Hopefully I can squeeze some time for writing and visiting blogs, enjoying the offerings, and, most of all get some reading in. I have not had the time to finish reading about Jack in months. Don’t get me wrong I love my grands to pieces, but I am not as young as I used to be and there energy level wears me out. Still I look forward to getting time for myself again. I will be back. Keep well and keep looking for me here. :o)

    • Danny Kemp says:

      I know what it means to look after grandchildren, Patricia, and how strength sapping that can be. I have to find time to write nowadays between all the demands here where I’m living and with my health. As I think I’ve said in the past I love to write, but somehow all the other things that life throws at us gets in the way. You look after yourself otherwise, I’ll have no one to write for!

  2. ksbeth says:

    love this and perfect for my situation right now –

  3. Danny Kemp says:

    Thank you, Onisha! That’s kind of you.

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