I just made my family cry.
She then called my parents at home to spread the tears.
It’s overwhelming to know I’ve touched my family’s life by publishing this book. My intention was to preserve this memory of our childhood. The book is about our years growing up in an unfinished house, with very little money to buy gadgets, books and toys.
You’d think my parents would be depressed given the situation we were in but the thing is, we had a lot of fun. Don’t get me wrong, it was a bit frustrating not getting a lot of toys and chocolates (kids tend to be like that) but for some reason, we found ways to enjoy our circumstances.
We created our own world based on the things we did have. I think maybe that childhood had something to do with how I am now, especially after having Inara.
I wrote a novel last year after finishing the second picture’s book. There was a part of me that doubted the move because I know people look at writing as ‘not a real job’. But I wasn’t writing it to make it into a job. If that happens, then well and good. I was writing it because I wanted to write it . Because I wanted to conquer this desire I’ve had for a gazillion years to write a novel, a book, something creative straight out of my head.
And I just didn’t write it to let it sleep in my computer. I wrote it and hired a structural editor to look at it. I struggled with that decision to pay someone to edit it professionally but I realised this is my thing. I don’t shop for handbags or shoes or clothes. I don’t get my nails and hair done. I don’t go out a lot. My gadget shopping is limited to once a year. Hiring an editor is my thing. I plan to rewrite and pitch this to publishers and see where it goes. But no matter what happens, I swear to you this book WILL get published.
I’ve been told by friends that I’m “gutsy” because of what I’m doing, but if I don’t do something about my dreams, who will?