Someone bought me a book once. I think it was my fifth grade teacher. She said “read it, you will enjoy it, I promise you.”
I did what she told me and she was right. I loved the book. I carried it with me where ever I went, even to the point that I donned the nickname ‘book worm’. I didn’t care, loved the book. From that particular book, I went on to read the rest of the very interesting books by the author, and was probably his biggest fan in all the Roman Catholic school system all through the 1970’s.
It was that one particular book, and perhaps the author himself, that enticed me to keep writing, and maybe even the reason why I write today.
I was asked once if I was a writer. When I agreed, I was asked if I had anything published. My reply was that a writer writes. Publishing is something else entirely. I was also asked why I write. My answer was that I wanted to become the next Farley Mowat. He laughed. Farley wrote that wonderful first novel that was given to me by the strict but very compassionate teacher in the fifth grade. The book was entitled ‘The Dog Who Wouldn’t Be’.
Farley passed away today. He was a Canadian writer who wrote books that appealed to almost everyone in many walks of life. His books were enjoyed world wide and some, such as ‘Never Cry Wolf’ was even adapted into a movie.
If you find the time, look for any Mowat book you can find, and like my teacher said, you will enjoy the book.