I realise that some of you think of me as a writer, but, the truth is, I’ve never published a novel.
The other thing that I’ve never done is enter a competition.
Here’s the thing. I’m beginning to wonder why I’ve never entered a competition. I’m beginning to wonder why I didn’t actually get around to writing my first novel until a few short years ago.
Yes, I was busy, but isn’t everyone?
Yes, I had something to say. I’ve always had something to say.
I think, in the end, the reason I didn’t do this before is to do with perception. I did not think of myself as a writer. Or, at least, I didn’t think of myself as a writer first... I didn’t think of myself as a writer ahead of being other things: a cook, a bottle-washer, a maker of things.
That’s what I let out of the bag when I began this process of writing and sharing my work. Maybe... Just maybe, it’s as well I didn’t let it out sooner. I am a writer. First and foremost, no matter what else I do. First, and always now, I think, I am a writer.
Bring it on!