I have set up a separate blog for those who want to read more about my terrible time in 1981 that acted as the catalyst for some great writing. Don’t read it if you’re squeamish! I’m quite happy to blog with anyone who finds themselves in a similar situation.
Anyhow, I analysed the writing I had completed in the period from the end of May 1981 up until August 1981. It’s spurred me on with this second book and I can’t wait to get home from work and get writing tonight. So next time you’re experiencing extremes of emotion, pick up a pen and see what flows, put it away for a while and then read it again.
Wouldn’t it be great if we could go back in time and visit ourselves at such awful times? If I could I’d tell 24 year old Annie not to give up trying to get published and waste all those years being a secret closet writer. I’d tell her to be careful about her weight (at 24 I was super-slim – now I’m … well … not!)
But above all I’d fling my arms around her and thank her for hiding away her writing in the loft and not chucking it in the bin.