I’ve been writing a long time now. In 2002 when my children were small, I first dedicated time each day to a creative writing practice and used to spend naptime typing in a fury to complete a novel.
Since then my beautiful babies have grown into young adults and I’ve written another five full length manuscripts, one of which has been published.
Not for want of trying.
Much as I try to convince myself that rejections hurt less over time, it’s a lie and I know it.
The elephant hide I’ve tried so hard to develop has worn as thin as an old cotton sheet in places, tearing at the slightest tug. I’ve tried to chuck it all in, get a normal job like other people. But that hasn’t exactly gone to plan either.
I want to write. I still want to write. It’s how I make sense of the world. How my brain works best, what I enjoy most, get most satisfaction from, what I’m best at.
And so today, I’m dragging out the last half-baked rewrite of “Dear Madman” and seeing what I can salvage. If I can figure out how to give it the voice and form it longs for.
I’m scared of that horse, it’s big and fiery-eyed and stomping its hoofs. But I’m getting back on, goddamn it! I’m going to cling to its mane as it bucks and twists; it won’t throw me again. I’m going to ride it, as fast as I can, as far as I can, wind in my hair
4 thoughts on “BACK ON THE HORSE THAT THREW ME”
You and that horse are going far, I know it. Can’t wait to attend your next book launch xx
Thank you Fiona. I’ll just keep at it – one day the winds will blow in my favour 🙂 xx
you are an amazing writer and I am glad to have read your books, and one day more people will get to read many of them too. I just know it
Thanks dear Fave. I’ll try to borrow some of that faith. Looking forward to seeing you one day soon. xx