Dreaming and Waking

There was a man in Carolina who
had a Diplodocus which he
bought at a pet store because
the shopkeeper thought it
was an alligator, but it
grew to an enormous size and devastated
the country for miles around
but soon people came from
all over the world to
see the monster, and his attorneys who were
called Magree and Graeme initiated complex
lawsuits on his behalf and so the
man and the Diplodocus lived happily
ever after.

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But I'm not sure I really believe this story. Quite apart from the fact that the Diplodocus became extinct tens of millions of years ago, I don't see how anyone could possibly mistake a baby one for an alligator. The whole thing is most improbable. Even the names of the lawyers are only anagrams of each other. Nevertheless, I would like to believe that he really did have a Diplodocus. 

Why teenagers shouldn't necessarily be encouraged to write! (Part 2)

When I was about 16 I began to write a novel by post with Ted, an old friend. We were living in different parts of the country by this time, so I would write a chapter and post it to him, and he would then write a following chapter and post it back. We continued this until we were in our early twenties, and both at university. Another mutual friend, David, also made contributions. The work went under the title of "The life and epic adventures of Cecil Z. Frampton, Gent." - showing the influence of Henry Fielding: other influences including Sherlock Holmes, Francois Rabelais and science fiction. It was eventually abandoned unfinished. I discovered the manuscript several years later, and I think I can say, in all honesty, that it was pretty bad. Ted's contributions were on the whole rather better than mine.
     There are two problems with teenage writing. One is that teenagers are unlikely to have a style of their own, and instead are unduly influenced by the style of other writers; often producing a pastiche verging on parody. The other is that teenagers usually don't have much to write about that would be of interest to non-teenage readers. It is very noticeable that a large number of first novels by young writers are about how they were misunderstood at school; often focusing on how they were no good at maths. Ted and I at least managed to avoid this: we both did well at school and were good at maths. Nevertheless, almost all the characters were closely based on our teachers and school-friends, and the plot was sheerest fantasy.
    I still have the manuscript of  "Cecil Z. Frampton", but I doubt if it will be released on an unsuspecting public.
   Oh, and we really did enjoy writing it!