Article published on December 22, 2015.
My writing career started at the age of ten during the Second World War (1939-45), when I filled school exercise books with tales of a dragon who transported a pair of human children on adventures. First they had to duck and dive between searchlights, barrage balloons, descending bombs and ascending shells. The dragon was imaginary but the searchlights, etc., were part of the furniture of my childhood. Later I moved on to romantic short stories before shifting away from fiction to travel writing for about 35 years. In more mature years I returned to my first love, fiction, and hope to remain there until my last breath which I hope won’t be too soon as I have several books to write yet.
A fair share of triumphs and traumas through life has led me to a number of conclusions. Firstly, it is better to be part of the cure than part of the problem. Secondly, it is more effective to lead by example than by pontificating. Thirdly, reconciliation is preferable to revenge, whether it applies to nations or individuals. Whether anyone is listening is another matter, but a combination of these features in my latest anthology of short stories, It’ll be Better Tomorrow devoted to the Senior Citizen.
“On the whole the elderly get a bad press.” That is the first line of the back cover blurb for this anthology. However, as I travelled the long, often tough journey of becoming an octogenarian, I also learned what a wise and interesting lot we are. This was partly through staying in a care home for some weeks when coping with a particularly hard bereavement. I met a FANY from World War Two, who couldn’t remember what she’d had for lunch but knew every detail of her colourful past. There were two or three who had done extraordinary things in the Third World. There was Emma who gobsmacked her grandson by making unexpected use of the World Wide Web. There was a long association of events spanning half a century which involved my husband himself. I sometimes called him ‘Cat’ because of the nine lives he seemed to have. They eventually ran out – but not before he gave me the title for this book.
It’ll be Better Tomorrow by Sylvie Nickels
FeedaRead.com pbk Sep 2014