Five days ago I finished the first
draft of my novel. I’m not exactly happy with it. It needs a lot of work and
there are things I want to add in. I know I rushed to finish it but I have the
time now to edit it and I plan to do my best.
Writing is something I always wanted
to do. I remember writing a story in primary school about blackboards that came
to life after all the kids went home. They ruled the school and snubbed the
whiteboards who were only starting to come into my school in the mid 1980’s.
Back then I thought I would grow up to write children’s stories. I thought that
until my 6th year in secondary school. I wrote an essay then that
really impressed the English teacher. She actually said I could be the next
Stephen King. He was my favourite author at the time. Still is. Now I know that
the important word in that sentence was “could”. I could be the next Stephen King but that was not going to just fall
into my lap! I needed to work for it. That was 13 years ago and I’m only now
starting to work towards it. Up until now I have done various college courses,
random jobs and become a mother. I even have a MA. But what I don’t have is a
published book, children’s or otherwise. So back in October when a friend
mentioned the Irish Writers Centre Novel Fair Competition I thought “This is
it”. Call it a sign or a kick up the bum or maybe it just came around at the
right time in my life, whatever it was it woke me up from a life of just living
day to day and not really knowing what to do with myself. So here it is: My New
Life.
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