…wondering what I’d be when I grew up, I never imagined this…

…the WURLD frequently moves in mysterious ways its revelations to unfold… when I was wee… really wee… back in the glorious Dockland, Govan slums of Glasgow, (yes, Mabel they WERE glorious… we knew NUTHIN else as kids, and by and large were content with our lot…), I went through a series of ‘what-do-I-wanna-be-when-I-grow-up?’ cycles… the earliest recollection of career ambition as a child was to be a drummer, mostly born out of being press-ganged at the age of six to play the role of the Little Drummer Boy in the ย primary school Christmas play/presentation of the stable scene…

…sumb’dy had fashioned a pair of drumsticks from two bits of wood, and armed with those and a toy drum, on which it must be said, my lack of coordination resulted in only one drumstick being battered constantly against the top of the drum in step with the beat of the ‘Come, they told him, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum’ adinforeverum... (bet yeez sang that bit just now, eh?)… next vision, around the age of about nine, was to become inside-left for the Scottish Football team, a la ‘King’, Manchester United’s Denis Law

…these were the days when Scotland used to win international football games… moving on to the mature shelf of eleven years old, the obvious choice was to become a ‘bookie’… not yer literary bent, but the taker-of -bets-kinda-illegal-backcourt-bookmaker, copying the example of a guy called ‘Baldy’ Archie, whose appearance in the Govan tenements was apparent not just by his lack of hair, but by the huge gabardine overcoat he wore winter and summer, in the voluminous left and right pockets of which he held the betting slips and the wagered money respectively… in various stages thereafter, thoughts leant toward becoming an accountant, (banker was the nearest I came to that eventually), a diver, (terrified of water until I learned to swim at the age of 38), a beat group singer (did that as front lead singer for our band called The Green Onions)…

…and so it went on… never, however, apart from anything else I may have become, did it once occur to me, that being an Author was in my future… now that has come to pass, and it is still a source of great bewilderment to this ol’ Scots Jurassic, that five novels, three books of collected blogs, a self-publishing guide to other scribblers, and a poetry collection have already ย found a home on Auntie Amazon’s sites… add to that the most recent addition of my first Audio book (of the first crime thriller I ever wrote, THE VIOLIN MAN’S LEGACY)… and several works-in-progress — of #6 in the Jack Calder series; of a higher literary offering about the life lessons of an itinerant Arabic dominie teaching children of expatriate families the universal truisms around such things as the dignity of all men, and equality of each human being, regardless of birthright; of ghost-writing not one, but two autobiographies… plus the continual delusions of adequacy of my own writing skills in kickstarting my own Memoirs…and the whole thing starts to take on a kinda surreal sheen… and I still don’t know what I wanna be when I grow up… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!



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21 responses to “…wondering what I’d be when I grew up, I never imagined this…

  1. Yet when I was little I always knew I wanted to be a writer, but it took me until this year to make it happen! Go figure…

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  2. I always wanted to be a writer as well, but I went round the houses first… ๐Ÿ˜‰ Happy holidays!

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  3. I think most of us, by the time we reach the post-two-score-and-ten age range, have reinvented ourselves more than once. ๐Ÿ˜€

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  4. Well done on your first audio book. I did enjoy that story and the audio version will bring that story to even more people.

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  5. I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember, but my ambition was to be a veterinarian because I wanted to help animals. Maths are my mortal enemy (I have dyscalculia, which is like dyslexia with numbers), so that dream was put on the shelf. I do volunteer in animal rescue, and have several pets of my own … so I’m taking care of animals in a different way.

    I eventually became a newspaper journalist and later an editor. It was only then that I started calling myself a writer, despite being one since childhood. Now that there are books, I call myself an author. Thanks for this article, and happy holidays to you!

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  6. rohini99

    You’re all that and more Sir Gallacher (which spelling the powers-that-be-of predictive-text won’t allow me to use!), you’re a wonderful Brand Ambassador of the Bahrain Writers’ Circle, an inspiration to other writers… and who knows what else is waiting ’round the corner. On the cusp of a new year all possibilities await.

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  7. Reblogged this on Writer's Treasure Chest and commented:
    Seumas Gallacher tells us what he wanted to be when he grew up. Thanks for a great post, Seumas!

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  8. I think growing older is a necessity but growing up is a choice. You’re just hitting your stride, Seumas. You have to keep going now. All the best for your future projects. Season’s Greetings. ๐Ÿ™‚ — Suzanne

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  9. Life is a journey that takes us places we never expected, I sure as heck never planned on becoming a writer and yet here we are. Thanks for sharing your experiences Seamus, it helps to know the journey is supposed to be one of discovery and surprises. Take care and Happy New Year!

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