It’s real!
Finally, after years of procrastination, I have books up on Amazon. People are actually liking them.
I’m pitching agents and editors. And said agents and editors are actually requesting material from me.
I’m even writing a blog. That’s this thing you’re reading right now, but I can’t tell whether you actually like it.
Why now? you ask. There’s nothing that says I couldn’t have continued to procrastinate my writing life away.
Because I learned recently that my mum kept my first book, written when I was in grade school on lined paper and illustrated with crayon drawings. I found it among her effects.
It’s the least I can do. For her. And for me.
Please stop by again. I’d like to hear from you, whatever the writing issues that are on your mind.