About Me - The Writer
I remember, at my very first school, having to draw a picture and then write a sentence about it. My drawing was terrible and I got quite cross because it looked nothing like it was supposed to. Then I wrote the sentence - bliss! Writing was so much easier than drawing for me, and it still is.
Of course I had no idea I was a writer then and didn’t realise until much, much later, until long after I’d grown up. I was working in the City and spent most of my spare time daydreaming. One day, I was having a particularly splendid daydream on my way to work, when I went slap bang bump into a man who was also hurrying to catch the train. He was rather cross with me, but I wonder whether he realised that he’d just started me on my journey to become a writer?
I decided I would have to stop daydreaming. Adults don’t daydream, do they? Well, I tried very hard. Every time I caught myself drifting off into another world, I had to bring myself back again. It was very difficult. Eventually I gave up and decided that I could legitimise my daydreams by writing them down.
Now, when I have my head in the clouds and bump into people, I can say that I am working. That’s what writers do - we work in our heads! I also work in the garden and in my office, which is always a bit of a mess. It is very important to have a mess if you are being creative. Another favourite place of work is in the hot-tub - here I do a lot of staring into space, I mean working in my head! (Which is what I’m doing below!
Here I am - in the hot tub and working in my head. (This is what I look like when I’m working REALLY hard)
