Anne Fine is my favourite author of
all time, the way she explains life in
“How To Write Really Badly”
Where a mentally impaired child, with
only one exceptional gift for model-
making, suffers through school
The way I did, having been born into
a musical family; yet being unable to
play musical instruments
Hating lessons, feeling inferior, never
mastering the art I had to conquer
to be acknowledged in our family
The permanent feeling of failure, the ever-
present fear, knowing whatever I did would
never be good enough
The feeling still with me even though giving up
music ages ago – the feeling of sad ineptitude
never leaving again…
Anne Fine “How To Write Really Badly” 1996
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How all important is the building of self esteem in childhood. And how devastating the emotional consequences for those who are not given that unconditional acknowledgment of loving parents. A sad tale, very well told. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥