Around about this time last week I got my first ever job as a freelance writer - 7 x 4.5 minute shows for broadcast. Despite creating for broadcast in my day job, it felt like validation that I am in fact a real, authentic, genuine writer. Up until the commission I had reassured myself I was ‘definitely a writer’ by staring at the word count (82,000) of my work in progress novel and the fact I write that on a MacBook.
It’s a miracle I got any writing work at all as there’s no proof of any recent scribings on this here blog, I’ve been so consumed with the novel that keeping this up-to-date just didn’t factor in.
Having thought about it, I’ve decided it won’t hurt to get away from my page a night of ‘the book’ after work routine now and again. So expect to see more posts than my usual once a year. Exciting.