As it is cold out there (well it is where I am!) I would like to offer you some nice warm drinks. Hot chocolate perhaps? Maybe a latte or a macchiato? Alternatively how about a plain old fashioned tea or coffee? Think of me as a mini Starbucks or Costa Coffee. (I spend far too much time in Costa Coffee and my kids now expect to go in there every time they see one!) Please help yourself to a muffin or pastry too.
Anyway on with the coffee morning. I still feel like a 'newbie' here and feel like I am in the non league when most everyone else is in the Championship or Premier League. (Sorry for the football reference but couldn't think of a better way to explain myself!)
I have yet to be published. Anywhere. However, I do cling to the belief that it will happen one day. I can't let the fear of failure put a stop to things before they even get going properly! I have friends who have always known what they wanted to do. One always knew she wanted to be a doctor and another always knew she wanted to work with bugs. They have both realised their ambitions and are still working on progressing further in their chosen field whilst I still languish below the bottom rung of my chosen career ladder! I know it will be hard work but if I truly want it then I need to work at it. I thrive on the success of you all and when someone announces they have a new book coming out or gets a book deal I get a sudden rush of inspiration a motivation to carry on with my WIP. I do live vicariously through you all sometimes. At the same time I wonder how I ever managed to wangle my way into this group. The beginning is always hard, I realise that, but the first hurdle that I need to jump seems to keep moving away from me. It keeps getting further away or is too high for me to clamber over. I want to write as I enjoy it and it is something I feel I can do. I have started trying to make a real go of it so my children can have a better understanding of me. (The current WIP is quite autobiographical in places.) I don't put myself through this in the delusion that I am going to be the next JK Rowling or sign a million pound book deal. I don't even think becoming a number 1 best seller on the NY Times book list is an incentive for me. I love reading and just seeing someone enjoy what I have written would be a wonderful reward. To make it a full time job would be great but I wouldn't be full of despair if that didn't happen.
So now I have rambled on enough here are my questions for you all.
Why did you start writing and what was your trigger to get going?
How did/do you cope with the fear of failure? (I am assuming of course that everyone has that fear at some point, if not then I may pack everything up now!)