So this is that awkward ‘About ’ page where you’re not sure what to say, but know whatever you do say should be sharp and witty enough to hook everyone who reads it into wanting to read more of your amazing inner thoughts.
And that’s the crux of the problem; amazing inner thoughts are tricky little fish, hard to catch and a lot more impressive to the catcher than to he person viewing them from a distance. And yes, this is an apology for the inevitable scarcity of the aforementioned little fish.
It only seems fair for me to warn you that this blog will be populated by some fairly random bits and bobs. I find the world a fascinating and perplexing place, and a lot of that surprise, wonder and disappointment, filters down into my writing.
My work in progress has felt like demonic possession on more than one occasion and it colours pretty much everything I do. I’m sure I’m not the only writer who steps into the Otherworld when she sits down to write, or has her characters’ voices filling up the quiet spaces in her day. I often wonder if all I’m experiencing is a darker and more grown up version of imaginary friends.
I would love to hear from other book lovers and fellow writers, whether they’re published or trying to be, or even if the words in their head haven’t quite made it to the page yet, all will be welcomed with virtual cup of tea and a piece of cake…or a glass of wine depending on the time.
Although I have been writing with purpose for the last four years, and it has been a passion of mine since I discovered the joy and pain of scribbling angsty teenage poetry, all this feels very new to me, in a scary, revealing way, so any advice, observations and interaction would be most welcome.
And please tell me I’m not the only one with a head full of imaginary friends….