However did I end up here?
That is a question I frequently ask myself. Was I destined to become an author? If so the gods in heaven weren’t on my side that day.
‘Oh, but being a writer… it’s so romantic,’ are the words I hear on all sides.
That’s so far from the truth, the truth isn’t even in the same room. To begin writers need huge confidence, something they rarely possess; an ability to cope with criticism without flinching; eternal optimism despite their books not selling, patience, a capacity for hard work plus a delusionary nature which allows them to ignore the dust in the house by calling it ‘interesting
So how did I end up as a writer?
I blame my mother who introduced me to cricket when I was eighteen. Up until then, my life had been pretty ordinary. School which…
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