I Shoulda Listened to Mum

“Son,” she said. “Stop dreaming of becoming a writer. Be an accountant. You’ll always have a job and pay your bills.”

At the tender age of 60, I decided to rebel. Now I’m miserable and broke. Why? Because I allowed writing to possess me.

It’s a woeful addiction. And there’s no Writers Anonymous to turn to.

On its completion, Vanished Gardens brought a whoop of joy from me. It became my third opus. Warm climes, ancient sites, quirky characters all enchant me. I wrote about a summer family holiday spent in England, Gibraltar and Andalusia, Spain.

My vignettes always compare and contrast the present to the past, mainly through characters I meet and those once met. To contrast against the bleak Heart of New York, this, my third book Vanished Gardens was meant to regale you with humour. Instead, once again, the writing took over and demanded its own direction.

“The moving finger writes; and, having writ, moves on: nor all thy piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all thy tears wash out a word of it.”
-Omar Khayyam

Vanished Gardens took on the role of bittersweet memories—the struggle to survive and escape the world of accounting and our last family trip together. One after another, the stories became a giddy rollercoaster of amusement one moment, pathos the next. I, like my readers, had no clue where the writing would take me. But the takeaway was always a silver lining—no matter how outrageous were the slings and arrows of fortune, sunshine always prevailed.

May sunshine prevail upon you too, and gratitude overcome you at the end.

My newest book ‘The Vanished Gardens of Cordova’ is available on Amazon and Kindle.
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Written by Emil Rem

An eccentric accountant becomes a writer of eccentric characters, in exotic locales, with each chapter taking us on a trip into the fascinating twisted world of Emil Rem. Born to a close knit middle class Muslim East Indian family in Dar-es-Salam in the 50’s, he is then moved to Maidenhead England at the age of five. The next twenty years are spent shuttling between England and East Africa, wearing a St. Christopher’s cross one minute and attending church, to wearing a green arm band and attending Muslim religious classes in Africa next minute. Moving to Canada, marrying a woman from the Philippines and having two boys only adds further texture to his stories.


I Shoulda Listened to Mum