An exclusive tale from C.G.Allan's forthcoming first collection of short fiction...
"The Thirst for Knowledge"
MY life has always been filled with questions. Most of them begin with "Why" and end with "me", but about three hours ago I was faced with a new, more profound question which has forced me to try to forget my own problems for the present moment at least. It was 7pm again and I had become thirsty as I always did at 7pm. In setting this down now I hope to help myself remember, for the thirst makes me forget things quickly. Typically, my pockets were empty. When my pockets became light like that I always visited those who had been my friends before.
# I must be looking for something, something sacred I lost... But the river is wide and it's too hard to cross... # - Billy Joel Setting aside that larger metaphysical question that I’ve decided to title this post with (even though it’s a brilliant starting point for a story: are we actually existing within someone else’s dream or nightmare, even...?), the title words here actually refer to a new outdoor hobby I’ve taken up this year – rowing.
# "I wish it was last September, so we could lose ourselves in crowds everyday..." - Ben Folds
C.G.Allan circa 2006!
2006 was a very good year… It was also a very different one too – and a vastly varied world to that of 2016. There was no instagram, Twitter was only just getting going and a younger scribbler C.G.Allan was only a year out of graduating from an MA in Creative Writing and was busy tinkering with his first novel which he’d started on that course and was wondering how to take his writing to the “next level”…
It was also around that time that an old school friend and fellow amateur scribbler (and still best friend, I might add) suggested I get “one of those blog things” and I began to read a little about what exactly an “online journal” was. It was around early 2006 too that I realised I wanted to create a website for my various first attempts at creative writing - partly to make a record of these for posterity but also to create a base for any readers I might be lucky enough to gain, and potential literary agents, to come to, to find out about my scribbles.