Why am I Here?
So, I became a bit of a cliche and decided I wanted to become a writer. The word writer is actually a very scary word for me to say aloud as I don’t think I’m good at writing. I babble far too much and go off track and train of thought all the time.
I was sitting on a beach at the beginning of August, in Bude, Cornwall and had just finished reading a book, written by a lady, I think who lived in my village a few years ago. I have at least come across her at some point in my life as her name and face are very familiar.
Anyway, I sat listening to the waves crashing against the rocks wondering whether I could do the same. It is the first book she has written and is currently in the charts now! So is this something I could do? Would I be able to make it as an author?
This is why I am here. I thought I should test the waters of writing by starting up a blog. Little paragraphs are not scary at all … Maybe I might be good and people may like what I write.
Only time will tell …