I’ve always wanted to be a writer. I believed it was something that I had to become, that I would get to a point when it felt right and safe to call myself a writer. It’s only recently I have admitted to myself and realised that all I have to do to be a writer is write. Now, don’t get me wrong… that doesn’t make me a good writer or, in any way, shape, or form, publishable, but it is a start. What follows is a journey and how I plan to take myself from wanting to write to having to write.
The little steps into a larger world which will possibly include some insights, prose, explorations and murmurings of this 41 year old world travelled, wanna be, author.