Early Promise Dashed

My first foray into creative writing was at an early age, but my attempts were quickly dashed. As a young boy in the throes of puberty, I some how managed to come across a copy of Fanny Hill — nothing like starting with a classic. The book had only just been published in the US and was immediately banned because of its pornographic content. In spite of attending the sex education class at school with my father, it was a complete revelation to me. Men and women did those things!


My first foray into creative writing was at an early age, but my attempts were quickly dashed. As a young boy in the throes of puberty, I some how managed to come across a copy of Fanny Hill — nothing like starting with a classic. The book had only just been published in the US and was immediately banned because of its pornographic content. In spite of attending the sex education class at school with my father, it was a complete revelation to me. Men and women did those things!

After I had devoured the book, I wanted more. Books like that are studiously kept away from boys my age and, in the case of this book, everybody else. I certainly wouldn’t find any in the library, so I decided to write my own. Having no first hand experience or even second hand in retellings from my friends, my attempts were merely crude rewrites of what I had read in the book or sheer conjecture. I managed to write several pages before my work was discovered.

I was led into my parents bedroom and the door was closed. It was the only time I remember both of them having a talk with me together. They weren’t mad, just concerned. It was made clear that I shouldn’t be writing about such things. My mother asked me if I had any questions on the subject. After what I read, I was pretty much filled in. I never did do any more creative writing in my youth. Just imagine where I would be if I had written about zombies instead.

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