NEVER TOO LATE

For years I’ve held to what seemed an impossible ambition to be a writer. I’ve toyed with various ideas about different genres of literature I could try.

I’ve jotted or scribbled on pieces of paper inspiration I’ve had in the wakeful hours of the night, or else imagined that my thoughts would be redeemable in the daylight. Sadly not so, most of the time.

Eventually, with the constant encouragement of my long suffering husband, I finally settled on a theme for my writing project, and began the long journey of recording my life story.

I can’t say I was a disciplined author, always finding a myriad of important alternatives to knuckling down to the keyboard, but eventually the desire to get it finished overtook the apathy and I worked to complete the manuscript.

Once finished, the process of editing and re-editing countless times was a challenge, submitting to Austin Macauley, then the wait for a response was nerve wracking but exciting. Then when a letter of offer to publish arrived it all felt quite surreal, but the sense of achievement was overwhelming and all the self-doubt disappeared. No, it’s never too late to follow your dreams.

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