I received my first writing accolade at the age of eight, the illustrious Blue Peter badge.
I have always loved writing. I didn’t have a particularly easy childhood and writing became a form of escapism for me. I had poetry published by the time I was 12 but, fortunately, my miserable pre-pubescent poetry evolved into tormented teenage angst lyrics when I entered my songwriting phase.
Throughout my life, I have written on a freelance basis, co-written two factual books, whilst holding down a proper job. The plan was always to make writing my full-time occupation … one day … but the necessity to earn a regular income always got in the way.
About three years ago, I began having in-depth discussions with the Universe about my future. I didn’t hold back. The Universe has been around forever, so is very patient and a very good listener. I confessed that I felt like a drudge to my 9-5, Monday to Friday existence. I was looking for something more enlightening in my life, even if it meant for less financial reward.
Of course, the Universe doesn’t mince its words; but it was a shock when I was made redundant two years ago. Jobless at the wrong side of 50 is not good news because finding yourself another one is a nightmare.
But whilst still reeling from that bombshell, four family members died in quick succession. It was fate in its rawest sense. I would never have been allowed the amount of time off work I needed during the six months that followed.
It was during that time that the words Carpe and Diem started springing to mind and I was thinking …
Sod it! Life’s too short not to be doing something you love.
And so I have been doing just that for the last two years and started the fourth rewrite of my first novel yesterday.
I became a student of Qi Gong at the end of last year and my world, generally, is a much calmer place.