The journey begins

It has taken me quite a while to get to the point in my life where I now feel that I can really dedicate some time to being a writer. I haven’t quite got to the point where I say “I am a writer” when a person asks me what my occupation is, deferring instead to my part time job title. I am not sure I why I have such a block here, perhaps it stems from an ingrained belief that a significant percentage of those calling themselves “artists” are in fact just unemployed bums, spending their days lolling about, cadging money and contemplating their navels. Yes I know that this is not true in the majority of cases, but it is a stereotype I am having trouble shifting. Maybe this will change when I actually start to earn an income of some description from writing.   Anyway, it is almost 2pm so I suppose I ought to get out of my pyjamas, put down the wine and do some work.

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