Why I Write

I always wanted to write. Ever since Mr Baker, my English teacher at my Liverpool Secondary Modern inspired me. One day he gave me a pile of magazine cuttings and told me to write whatever came to my mind. At the end he asked me ‘How did you do this?’ and I couldn't answer. He gave me the key to the English department stock room and during lunchtime I would bury myself in the smell of books and disappear into the worlds created by others. At weekends, I would sit in the new library on my council estate and read everything the library assistant could throw at me.