Writing is a journey.
It’s a sunny Bank Holiday afternoon, and I’ve had a little time to reflect on what I’ve achieved and how far I am in my writing quest.
I started writing because I loved reading. It was my escape and nothing quite beats the thrill of being lost in another world when you don’t want to be in the real one. So, I realised early on that I wanted to share stories and help other people escape. I wanted people to join me in my own little world.
I wanted to be good at telling those stories, so I made big decisions based on that. I studied literature for my degree and learnt how to pull apart writing and strip it back. Literature for me, is being able to disassemble the pieces of a larger puzzle, and then see how it fits back together into a more beautiful whole. I travelled and pushed myself to live in other countries, so that I could learn what it was like to live in snow or to sleep out in a forest where a bear might wander past. I joined re-enactment groups, studied longsword as a martial art, learnt to shoot longbow, how to work in natural horsemanship and how to sew. I’m so very grateful for all of the skills I’ve developed and the knowledge that I’ve scraped together. Most of all, I’m grateful for the journey and for the companions I’ve met along the way. Writing has continued to bring magic to my life and in a strange world today, it’s a necessary escape.
This is such a diverse group of authors, and we’re all at different stages of our own adventures. But I was just wondering, what have you learnt in the name of research? What hobbies have you taken up? What friends have you collected?
This is a journey, and we’re nowhere near the end of it yet.