It’s been a very long time since I read a story in public.
It’s been a very long time since I wrote something new.
Both of these things bother me. But I’ve been having a lot of fun: going out, making new friends, working full-time, learning new things… And that’s important, too.
Two years ago, I gave up a well-paid job in a University, with future career prospects and more earning potential, to move to Edinburgh and study creative writing. I’m now working in a bookshop for minimum wage, and I’ve never been happier.
I have, however, been richer.
I need to write more, because otherwise giving up that well-paid job would have been all for nothing.
I need to write more, because that is what I want to do.
It’s all very well, talking about writing all the time… but if I don’t actually do anything then it’s a waste of breath.
Come on, Rosie. Do something.