26 April 2013 –I was scared to tell people I was thinking of and trying to write a book. I thought they would either tell me I was crazy and stupid, or question my motives and my qualifications and think I was a wanker.
The truth is that some people did. And I shead a little baggage from my life. The ones that didn’t offered me such a staggering amount of support that I find it hard to imagine getting anything done without them. Now I can call people after 5 on my days off and tell them I have been writing and they smile and take it and we move on. Sometimes I talk about it like its work. And they now know to ask how it is going, which is such a nice strep towards normalizing the life that I imagine is coming my way. I am so glad I told people what I was up to.