When I’m asked what I do for a living, I’m tempted to cop out and refer to my previous career or give my professional title, which I still consider valid. Then, the inquisitive enquirer will want to know where I work, how I spend my day and, in a moment of awkwardness, I would have to confess that career is abandoned, not by choice, but life dealt me the wrong card and it’s gone, the job I loved.
I used to mutter the word writer. “Oh,” came the bemused response, unsure what to say next. It’s not what they’re expecting. I don’t say author, because then they’ll want to know what I’ve published and I’ve nothing to tell them… yet.
It’s not as if I can show my work in progress – I’d like to keep it under wraps until it looks worthy of attention, plus there’s the pesky copyright issue.
I have another blog, it’s private and there sit my draft chapters, the research garnered, links created to ideas, pictures for inspiration, and it’s all hidden from view.
Feeling a little left out of the word of authors and writers who share and explore ideas, I’ve created this blog to help me connect and come out of my isolation bubble. I won’t be duplicating the content on the other blog, though I might share snippets of my work in progress to help illustrate the musings of an emerging author.
Now, when people ask me what I do during the day, when my children are at school and my husband is immersed in the art of writing code, I say I’m learning to write, discovering what it takes to be an author, and contemplating the scary process of publishing a novel.
It’s a more a genuine answer. I don’t expect I shall ever stop learning, so this blog could be here for a while.