Do you have a burning desire to write but think being published is something other people do?
I felt like that for years.
People who eat chips and sausage from their laps in front of the TV don’t become writers do they?
People who wear tie-dyed leggings, glug too much vodka and orange on a night out and live in grotty one room flats with mushrooms growing out of the window frames because they can’t afford to live anywhere dry with only a minimum wage coming in – those people don’t become writers, do they?
People who didn’t revise for their exams, who had to quit college before they were thrown out … These people don’t get publishing contracts.
That’s what I thought, for decades. And though I still only have a few publishing credits to my name, something has changed.
Alright, one thing that’s changed is I now have enough writing practice under my ever-expanding belt to be able to string a reasonably coherent sentence together – just .
The other change?
I BECAME A KILLER
My third blog post for Mslexia – How to Murder Lack of Self Belief – is up and live on the site now.
Pop along to see how I did the deed.