I am a writer. I write a lot. From as early as primary school I can recall being praised for being a good writer, but I was never the kind that curled up and wrote desperate prose or poetry about the dismal, misspent youth I had. No, none of that. I think I was too clouded for that. Much of my literary success was heralded by me being invited to stand up in front of the class and to read my story out loud, usually with a heckle or two from people who never read their story out loud. I think this happened about twice in secondary school. But, aside from this, there really was never any encouragement that I can recall.