I’m a writer across a variety of genres. My work has been variously described as ‘a cross between Amistead Maupin and Philip Pullman’, and ‘reminiscent of Virginia Woolf’ (in my more serious moments). I strive to live up to such high accolades.
It was about two years ago now I remember suddenly realising that I could imagine doing this for a living (a feat I’m still far from achieving 😉
Not as the rose-tinted dream, but as the reality.
As with prozac, so with writing: the clouds are white, not pink, but they have a silver lining all the same.