I’ve been planning it, then drawing back from it, getting excited, then getting cold feet, but I finally handed in my resignation at work yesterday. So soon (well probably in three months – that’s the contract period) I’ll be out on Grub Street, trying to earn a crust with whatever ideas for stories I can dream up (and, hopefully, some time soon, a book contract!)
Wish me luck – I’ll need it.
(The image above is from a Punch cartoon – my source simply dates it as “Victorian”. The text underneath says: Old-fashioned Party (with old-fashioned predjudices). “Ah! Very clever I dare say. But I see it’s written by a lady, and I want a book that my daughters may read. Give me something else!”)