I feel truly privileged to be joining the Novel Racers and I’m looking forward to meeting you all, talking about writing and the uphill struggle that is getting published.
I have already met some Racers in person and have chatted to others through our blogs and on facebook. I must admit to feeling a little scared, though, as I write my first post on this blog. It feels just like when I creep into the reference library at lunchtime for a blissful hour with my laptop, but forget to take my name badge off.
For most of my life, my writing has been done in my own solitary confinement. I did test the water in the 1980s and had a smidgeon of success, short story wise, but subsequent rejections scared me witless, and I scurried back into my shell for the warmth and comfort of writing just for the pure enjoyment of it and nothing else.
In August 2007 I plucked a book on writing from the wrong shelf in Waterstones in Kettering. Fate? Coincidence? Call it what you will, but I bought the book and through Jane Wenham-Jones 'Wannabe a Writer’ chatroom I met Novel Racers Captain Black, Lane and Fiona, as well as lots of other lovely people. After three decades of prevaricating I welded my backside to the chair and got my book finished.
I now have an agent, but as yet no publisher, and so I need to plod along at the back and pick up the momentum again.