Three times last week, I was reminded of an ambition I had from when I was wee. First Berlie Doherty asks a group of pupils if any of them want to be a writer (she’s asking them, so I keep arms by my side). Same day is my 40th birthday and I’m hit with that “What have I done with my life” thing, which I quickly squash. I’m happy, got two gorgeous kids and a fabulous husband. Those are huge achievements.
But again on Saturday night I’m struck by what Queen had accomplished by their 40ths: I refer to the achievement in doing what they wanted, not the album sales and other stats which are so often spouted. I always wanted to be a writer – why didn’t it happen?
1. I never really believed it would
2. I was busy doing other stuff
3. I never wrote anything
And then, a thought occurred – what am I doing right now?
Writing. Writing this blog and the one I write for school news, plus press releases and thinking about how to write them, plus lessons etc etc etc. I write non-stop; it’s just not what I foresaw.
And I actually worry quite a lot about about what should be written here. Well, that stops now. This is my creation, so it’s going to reflect the ecletic mix of rock music, libraries, archaeology, linguistics, children, education that is me.
Write on (!)
Quite right… And if you haven’t already done so, you should get your hands on a copy of Johnny Bunko. I think you’ll recognise a lot of what you are talking about!