Today isthe first day of the rest of my life, which of course, can be said of every
day.
This
one, however, is a little different.
Today I become a Writer.
one, however, is a little different.
Today I become a Writer.
I’d love
to be able to say that I’m an Author, but that would suggest that I’d actually
published something, and I don’t believe that my canon of published works (which
consists, in its entirety, of the grief driven and highly sentimental, Together Again: a momentary
memoir, that I
wrote following my mother’s death) really counts.
to be able to say that I’m an Author, but that would suggest that I’d actually
published something, and I don’t believe that my canon of published works (which
consists, in its entirety, of the grief driven and highly sentimental, Together Again: a momentary
memoir, that I
wrote following my mother’s death) really counts.
Nonetheless,
I’ve crossed the Rubicon and, as Julius Caesar said, “alea iacta est” – the die is cast.
I’ve crossed the Rubicon and, as Julius Caesar said, “alea iacta est” – the die is cast.
A blank
canvas lies before me that is both intimidating and terrifying. I have nothing to suggest that I’ll be any
good, save for a sense of self-belief and a very supportive family. I have amassed a mole-hill of ideas that seem
splendid in my head, but which need to be crafted and committed to paper. The prospect is daunting, but it is a long
time since I have felt this excited.
canvas lies before me that is both intimidating and terrifying. I have nothing to suggest that I’ll be any
good, save for a sense of self-belief and a very supportive family. I have amassed a mole-hill of ideas that seem
splendid in my head, but which need to be crafted and committed to paper. The prospect is daunting, but it is a long
time since I have felt this excited.
In 1988
I dropped out of university, flush with the confidence that comes from youthful
arrogance, knowing that I was doing the right thing and that I was about to
embark on a stellar writing career. I
had two great friends visit me at the time, Sally and Kate, imploring me to
stick it out. I should perhaps have listened a little more closely to what they
had to say, for the ambition was never realised, half-heartedly pursued, and
instead, I trod a more conventional path that led me to a moderately successful,
yet not entirely fulfilling, career. Along
the way, I have made some great friends and I won the lottery in meeting my
love and my soulmate, Alex. We’ve been
blessed with two wonderful children who are our great joy and the foundations
for happiness have been solidly built.
I dropped out of university, flush with the confidence that comes from youthful
arrogance, knowing that I was doing the right thing and that I was about to
embark on a stellar writing career. I
had two great friends visit me at the time, Sally and Kate, imploring me to
stick it out. I should perhaps have listened a little more closely to what they
had to say, for the ambition was never realised, half-heartedly pursued, and
instead, I trod a more conventional path that led me to a moderately successful,
yet not entirely fulfilling, career. Along
the way, I have made some great friends and I won the lottery in meeting my
love and my soulmate, Alex. We’ve been
blessed with two wonderful children who are our great joy and the foundations
for happiness have been solidly built.
Until
today though, the final step in realising that happiness has not been
taken. I have not pursued my passion and
have burdened myself with excuses for why it hasn’t been possible. They’ve always been plausible and until now,
I’ve always believed them.
today though, the final step in realising that happiness has not been
taken. I have not pursued my passion and
have burdened myself with excuses for why it hasn’t been possible. They’ve always been plausible and until now,
I’ve always believed them.
There
were catalysing events that led me to today.
An old friend, Rodney Strong, who I met in my first job after
leaving university, published his first novel.
I took that, and his second, away with me on holiday to read. Every time I picked it up, I reflected that
he’d done it; he’d stepped off the treadmill and started following a new path; it
might be forked, have precipitous sides, or appear to be never-ending, but
therein lies the adventure. It was a
journey I started to mull.
were catalysing events that led me to today.
An old friend, Rodney Strong, who I met in my first job after
leaving university, published his first novel.
I took that, and his second, away with me on holiday to read. Every time I picked it up, I reflected that
he’d done it; he’d stepped off the treadmill and started following a new path; it
might be forked, have precipitous sides, or appear to be never-ending, but
therein lies the adventure. It was a
journey I started to mull.
Another
was the imminence of my 49th birthday, the age at which my father
died. Reflecting on mortality and the
absence of creative output gave me pause; we have no idea what tomorrow may bring,
and carpe diem never felt more timely.
was the imminence of my 49th birthday, the age at which my father
died. Reflecting on mortality and the
absence of creative output gave me pause; we have no idea what tomorrow may bring,
and carpe diem never felt more timely.
I was
also intensely dissatisfied with both the predictable work life imbalance that I
faced and staring at the world through a profound window of boredom.
also intensely dissatisfied with both the predictable work life imbalance that I
faced and staring at the world through a profound window of boredom.
I don’t
know what the future holds, but I am greatly looking forward to bringing Daniel
Fielding to life in “No One In Particular”, of seeing whether “Dignity’s” Malcolm
Beaumont is able to live out his dream, or what messages we’ll discover in
“Video Postcards”.
know what the future holds, but I am greatly looking forward to bringing Daniel
Fielding to life in “No One In Particular”, of seeing whether “Dignity’s” Malcolm
Beaumont is able to live out his dream, or what messages we’ll discover in
“Video Postcards”.
As I begin my new
adventure, there is only one regret that I plan to have, which is that I didn’t
start it sooner.