I have wanted to be a writer for as long as I can remember. I mean, anyone who writes is a writer, but I wanted to do it for a living – to be able to call myself a professional writer came second only to my desire to be a mother.
Life got in the way.
I wrote periodically – while my children were small I didn’t have the time nor the energy to write, especially with my youngest daughter; that child just did not need to sleep! Ever. She didn’t make up for her nocturnal awakenings by sleeping during the day either – she could and did survive on maybe 5 hours a day. I, on the other hand, was slowly dying.
Anyway, I digress. Suffice to say that writing took a back seat.
But I am beyond proud to be able to say that now I am a bona fide writer, a professional. I was recently elected to membership of the National Union of Journalists, a membership which isn’t that easy to come by. But finally, I can display the badge that shows that I have proven my worth and am regarded by my peers as A Writer.
Of course, that comes with responsibilities, all of which are contained within the NUJ Code of Conduct.
It’s never too late to follow your dreams!