MEMOIRS OF A MALADJUSTED TEACHER HAS NOW BEEN PUBLISHED AS AN eBOOK, AVAILABLE ON THE AMAZON WEBSITE.

 

A BAG FOR LIFE WILL BE PUBLISHED ON 29TH JANUARY

This was a very happy project. Thanks to Anwen Nicholls, Head of English at Llandrindod High School in Wales, I had the opportunity to work with 20 students to create a book for 14-15 year-olds. We plotted the book from scratch, conceived the characters and thereby hangs the tale called A BAG FOR LIFE. I'm not sure that this has ever been done before, but I'd love to do it again.

The students are terrific. No holds barred with their criticism, and full of ideas as to where the book should go - where it should be set, what characters we need in it, what's the main plot, what are the sub plots, how do the characters relate, etc etc.



HOW I GOT INTO WRITING 

I was a teacher for 27 years, reaching a professional pinnacle as ineffective Head of a school for what were then (1980) called Maladjusted Children. I lasted nine months in that exalted post before the adults in the school proved too much for me (it was NOT the children). I returned to my previous school - also for Maladjusted Children - for my last seven years of teaching.

And then, one day in the summer of 1980, I sent a bundle of comedy material to BBC Light Entertainment Radio. They never used any of it, and one rejection led to another, but I wrote and wrote and wrote. And here I am after earning my living as a writer for over 35 years, publishing 57 books and writing well over 100 Radio scripts and 50 TV scripts (all accepted and broadcast).

I've been a member of the Writers' Guild of Great Britain since 1983 and am currently President of the European Writers' Council, a pan-European association of writers' unions with a total membership of over 150,000 writers.

Biography

After studying Law at King's College London, I became a teacher for 27 years,with one year off - courtesy of the much mourned Inner London Education Authority- to get an MA in Child Development. The last 17 of those years were spent working in a special school for children with emotional and behavioural difficulties, and for a few months I became London's worst headteacher. Towards the end of this dreadful time in desperation I began writing, which remains a constant joy, disappointment, stimulus, demand and headache.