I remember becoming obsessed with a TV show about FBI agents chasing Aliens and mutants and werewolves and vampires and psychic murderers and fucked up kids...
I remember wanting to write stuff like that...
I remember wanting to write...
I remember someone telling me what was, and what wasn't art... killing my interest in wanting to draw what I saw in my head... in wanting to paint and wanting to create with images to tell a story...
I remember someone liking some words I had assembled that told a story about people being taken by beings from another world....
I remember them not telling me what was and what wasn't fiction...
I remember running up a high street with a large double mattress on my back, struggling to get it to the place I wanted to get to...
I remember not remembering why I was running up a high street with a mattress on my back, struggling...
I remember never asking for help...
I remember thinking that one day I will ask for help.
I remember how it was all a dream and that I arrived in a small market, mattress on my back and standing in front of a small man, about the height of my knee, wearing a trench coat and fedora...
I remember being an arsehole to him, calling him names, spitting at him...
I remember he said he would take the mattress from me and smiled, told me he understood and that he forgave me...
I remember he was the only one who did...
I remember sitting on a window ledge smoking, feeling alone and miserable, looking out across at the small lights far away burning in the darkness... I remember looking down at the ground six floors below me, wishing I had a voice loud enough to ask for help.
I remember meeting a friend while studying film and how we wanted to change the world with our unique outlook on life. I remember thinking that anything is possible as long as I could find the words.
I remember getting lost in the worlds we created over a period of four years and thinking we were the new wonder kids of British film. We thought we could conquer. We nearly did.
I remember time getting the better of me.
I remember how I want to write and create and show people what is inside my head. It is a weird place, sometimes dark, sometimes fun, sometimes scary, sometimes beautiful, sometimes pretty, sometimes sad and sometimes happy.
I will never forget my passion for writing.
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I've been writing for as long as I can remember, sometimes with words and sometimes with pictures. Mainly with words now.
I blog a stream of conscious when I get a chance, as I have many thoughts that clog up my brain and need emptying out.
Interested in the weird and wonderful, mixing genres for a unique experience.
Co-wrote Ella with Dan Gitsham, staring Anthony Stewart Head and Lisa Blackman in 2010 which went on to win a bunch of awards at various short film festivals.
Currently writing whatever I can find in my head.
Contact: @jgpdriver
