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!
