The "perfect" first blog post
Updated: Feb 15, 2020
Back in 2018, I settled on the name I wanted to go by as an author and bought the website domain. In 2020, I finally published it. Isn't it amazing how long self-doubt and a wanting for perfectionism will delay your goal?
I’m not quite sure what happened this week, but I had an overwhelming urge to persevere with said website, and during a particular evening, in the midst of my creative flow, a flurry of words emerged in my mind - et voilà, the first blog post was ready to go. I was nervous to press the 'publish' button, so I thought I should remind myself of two things; firstly, nothing is ever perfect. It’s a myth and I need to have some faith that I am capable and get on with it before I lose my nerve, and secondly, I’m brand spanking new to this world, this industry, this author-ing business… so I need to give myself some credit, trust the process and believe that it will all eventually come together.
So here it is, my official author website and blog.
I know I still have a lot to learn as a writer, but now that I have found my niche and purpose in life, I need to do everything I can to make it happen. Life should be about happiness, which we all learn as we grow older, and I remember always being very confused as a teenager, knowing that I had to decide which route I wanted to go down without having any real-life experiences. It’s a bit much of an ask for a teenager, don’t you think? I mean, no wonder I struggled to pick a career. As a child, I wanted to be an artist, before deciding that I wanted to be an actress. In my early teens, I still wanted to be an actress, but I also considered becoming an art teacher. Then, during Sixth Form, I was completely lost.
After completing my A-Levels, I then spent the next few years in a string of unfulfilling, mind-numbing jobs which led me to apply for art college, followed by University. Post-Graduation, I was unemployed and living with my mother again, sharing a bedroom with my teenage sister as a young adult - not the greatest set-up. It took me about a year to get my foot in the door of a degree-related job and it's been great for the most part, and I'm glad my degree wasn't a waste of the thousands of pounds that I still owe to the Student Loans Company... but it's time for a new venture now.
I’ve always been creative, ever since I can remember. I was never seen without a sketchbook and a fully-loaded pencil case, but I feel that writing is my calling, alongside other related things (one step at a time, though). But if we’re talking since, say, five years old, when we start to have that curiosity of what we might be when we grow up, that means it has taken me thirty years to figure out what I want from life. Thirty years to discover my true happiness. Thirty years later and I have finally found the missing piece of my puzzle.
And that’s that.
So, on a final note, please be kind and gentle with me, and do bear with as I learn the ins and outs of becoming an author.
All my lesbian love,
