I have always loved to write. My Year 10 English teacher inspired me. He was this amazing teacher who made me feel as though I could write anything. When I was a teenager it was Poetry. Like most teenage girls I wrote poems containing all the angst and heartache of being a teen.
Soon I moved on to short stories. Which I have done on and off for many years.
A couple of years ago I met someone who had written a novel. It has never been published, but she wrote it. Finished it even. It had taken her years. It got me thinking.
Since then I have given this a lot of thought. For the last 9 months or so I have been taking classes at the local Adult Education Centre. I started working on one idea, but it kind of fizzled and I lost the motivation. Another idea came to me a couple of months ago, and since then I have been mulling it over in my head.
I have just completed another class and while I was doing it I got into my story again. I have been doing some planning and am nearly ready to start the actual writing process.
It will take a couple of years to write the first draft. I know that. But I am looking forward to the process.
