I decided that I couldn't really blog about my book, so I would just blog about writing. The ambition to become something that is a minefield of variables; your life’s work… Dependent on how someone feels on any given day – or maybe they just don’t particularly like the genre I’m writing in.
Then, if that wasn’t enough, we have to add human nature into the equation. I write romance and it lands on an editor’s desk. Normally, this editor is swanning around the office in a state of utter bliss, but last night she discovered erotic text messages on her husband’s phone – I’m sure you get my point.
For the record, I don't write romance, I write horror. Why? Who the Hell knows. I don't believe we choose what we write; it chooses us.
But back to wanting to become a writer... I’d have had it just as easy if I'd woken up one morning, rolled over and thought to myself “I want to be an astronaut”.
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