The time was nigh, I was ready to start my writing journey. I felt consumed with a tremendous amount of fear and anxiety. I was entering a world of modern greats like JK Rowling and classic greats like Shakespeare, Hemingway, Oscar Wild etc. This is not my world. How can I possibly dream of doing what they did? Knowing it was now or never, I temporarily parked my fears and sat in front of my blank screen and stared at it for a while. Fortunate enough not to have any time pressure, I had long promised myself I would one day realize my writing dream. What was stopping me? I had identified my subject. I had done my research. A topic I felt passionately about, a good cause and an end goal to raise awareness for Alzheimers disease. I started to write. A race against time, my imagination overflowed with ideas, could I get them all down before I got distracted or ran out of ideas? I wrote and wrote and wrote. Doesn’t need to make sense now, motive is to get it all down even if in note form. Two long arduous years of being glued to my screen, constant writing from home around the clock, in the garden, the park, my ski holidays, summer holidays and constant talk of my book, frustrating my family, it was done! I have written my first novel. It was done ready to go out into the world. I was happy.
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