Well, I did it. I started! Today is the first day of my new career as a writer. I turned 50 yesterday and decided that despite anyone thinking I was too young to start, or to be a writer, I have taken the plunge.
With over 10 novels roving around in my head, I have no shortage of material. It’s now really just a matter of connecting up the resources (computer, time, fingers typing) and those who believe in my abilities and taking a real charge over the ramparts.
I wrote my first novel when I was 12, a soaring adventure of two teenagers in a tale fraught with inaccuracies – and had a great following amongst my classmates – until the manuscript got lost. Then life moved on . . and on . . . and on. So, here, at 50, I begin. . .