That's me on the beach, desperately trying not to breathe out while I wait about an hour for the photo to be taken. What is it about becoming a mother that turns perfectly intelligent and competent women into technophobes anyway? For some reason though, as soon as they supply the Earth with life, they instantly forget how to use simple gadgets. (I’m vaguely aware that any Mums who are savvy enough to be reading this, may be an exception to that rule).
I’ve digressed; I’m supposed to be talking about me.
I was born and raised near
In 1998 I left all that behind to get married and settle down to a more normal civilian life. By 2001 I was a father and by 2004 I had two boys. These have become the centre of everything, which is fine by me because they are brilliant.
Slowly, I started to sense that something was missing. I needed something else. I had an itch that needed scratching.
I’d written some stories for the boys, and I’d written some emails about the boys and about my life to various people that always seemed to get the same response; “you should write a book”. Friends all kept saying that, but then friends do. How do you transfer that to the rest of the world?
I finally cracked and decided to give blogging a go. I figured it would be a way of finding out if I was just capable of making my friends and a couple of small children laugh, or if I actually can write. With a bit of confidence and some cached material, the book would swiftly follow – wouldn’t it?
The response was amazingly slow. I built it, but they did not come! It turned out that there is so much more to writing than simply having some funny stories to tell. I’m still here though, still learning and still improving (at least I think I am).
One thing I have discovered is this … I love writing, I love that people do read it. One day I’ll write that book, but for now – I’ll just keep on learning.
