Full-time mental health nurse. Married. Step-mum to two amazing human beings. Slave to two cats: one is somewhat neurotic, tiny in stature, with a lion’s presence, and the other is large, clumsy and fluffy and ever so slightly cross-eyed.
Happy and wonderfully content with my lot but haven’t always been. Nothing good comes easy, but when it does, it’s wonderful, that’s for sure.
Question: What do you do if you’ve been writing your entire life (for yourself, no one else) and at the age of fifty-something, you begin to think: “I think it’s my time.”
I’ll tell you what you do. You drop all your preconceived ideas about what you SHOULD be writing, and you focus on what you really WANT to write. That allows so much freedom. So, here goes…