In the words of my headmaster, back in 1986:
“I said last year that Marcus needs to show more ambition. The remark still stands.”
Well, today, I wrote six thousand words of my new novel, yesterday I wrote a three thousand word early reader, tomorrow I’m flying to New York to finish writing a contracted screenplay with my brother, so reaching out across the years to 1986, I have only one (printable) thing to say to Howell Griffiths, and that is this….
Actually, that’s unprintable too.
Sigh. There were somemore favourable comments to be found, way back at the end of Easter term, 1986, such as this from my lovely form tutor, Mr Burgoyne: “He seems to have a sound analytical mind.” Note the use of the word ‘seems’ in there. Mr Burgoyne was the teacher I wanted to have for all subjects, not just History, but he’s probably the reason there’s so much historical stuff in my novels.
And not so many Maths-based plot lines: Some accurate comments from Mr Neeve: “Marcus is not a gifted Mathematician.” Shame I was doing two Maths A-levels, then.
Still, my other Maths teacher had this to say “His written work, although not always neat, is well documented, and it is easy to follow his train of thought.” As one would that of any simple creature of the forest, perhaps.
Why am I telling you this? Because I just found the offending article in a drawer while looking for my passport and it made me chuckle.
In an almost entirely good way.