IWSG

Insecure Writers’ Support Group

Well, here I am again – a day late and none the wiser.

I first started trying to write children’s books when my own children were very small. I’ve since realised that attempting to write entertainingly for children is extremely difficult. It’s easy to have the ideas, but expressing them in terms that children will enjoy and understand is another matter altogether.

Having written a story, the illustrations must be considered, and therein lay another stumbling block.

Eventually, life took over and I abandoned story-writing for small humans for other pursuits, like all the chores involved in bringing up a growing family, growing both upwards and in number. I still scribbled, but with no purpose.

I did publish on Kindle, a tome entitled ‘The Sweets and the Bitters of Love’, and the masterpiece sank without trace or acknowledgement. I comfort myself that my talent will be recognised after my demise. Who knows, maybe even my family will read my deathless prose and wish they had taken notice earlier.

Fortunately, I’m not a tortured genius, or any sort of genius, not even a vaguely dim light in the universe, but I’ll carry on plugging away, once I’ve walked the dogs, filled the domestic machines, the cupboards, fridge and freezer and maybe moved the dust around a little. After all, tomorrow is another day . . . and the day after that, and the day after that, ad infinitum or perhaps ad nauseam.

Have fun, folks!