I was. I felt as though it was important, what I had to say.
I do not care about being ‘the genius author’.
I think that writing does not necessarily ‘endure’ – you’re lucky if it survives the dust-off that people do after someone dies.
A close relative has said to me that my writing will not be thrown away after I die.
I have a clause in my will that I want it keeping.
I have hopes that might happen.
Fame and glory is a secondary thing.
If I can get my writing published, I will.
I don’t fancy self-publishing.
I might change my mind about that because if my writing was published, it would have to be on my own terms.
No editor for me altering my every other word.
