“When humor goes, there goes civilization.”
The immortal words of Erma Bombeck
A world without humour or humor, depending on which side of the Atlantic you popped out, would be a very dull place.
I remember seeing the late and much-missed Victoria Wood perform at the Theatre Royal in Bath in the early Seventies when we both had a foot on the first rung of our career ladder and I thought wow! Not that I aspired to be a stand up comic, but I was in total awe of her way with words.
A couple of decades on and I discovered Sally Wainwright and became addicted to her pithy script writing after three series of At Home With the Braithwaites before going on to overdose on Last Tango in Halifax and Happy Valley.
I have struggled to find my writing niche over the years, despite having had two factual books published. I dabbled for too many years after receiving a few knockbacks allowing myself to wallow in a sea of self-doubt. But I’m back now, with a fire in my belly and humour in my heart.
I am in the throws of finishing my first novel, but writing it was the easy bit. I only have to dive off the Social Media platforms to know that there are thousands of people out there who, like me, are itching to see their work in print. So the competition is fierce and frenzied.
Stephen King’s first big novel, Carrie, was rejected thirty times and J. K. Rowling’s Harry Potter was rebuffed twelve times. If writers of that calibre can go through the rejection process umpteen times, then so can I.
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