I was born in 1961 and I'm using this year of a significant birthday as a catalyst for my transformation from frustrated office worker to freelance writer. Did I actually say that? I better get going then. I've planned a gentle route through short stories observing the exciting world of people management supplemented by a series of activities, some harder than others.
Last Sunday I ran 11.75 km in 90 minutes. It is true that Liz Yelling is probably not threatened by this achievement but it is the longest run I have ever done in my life - and amazingly I enjoyed doing it. So for this activity so far, so good.
Activity 2 - completing OU Creative Fiction course A215 - quarter of the way through so far. My enthusiasm for poetry remains unchanged even though I was assured that the poetry element was not as daunting as it seemed. Still hopeful that I might find a poet within I press on slowly. I console myself that poetry is probably the least financially viable way to get out of the office. I might need to work on my obsession with earning enough to keep body and soul together if I'm going to succeed as a writer.
So I've started - now I just need to keep going.
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