I’m fantastic, cos life’s brilliant, isn’t it? Why the boundless (slightly annoying) optimism? Well, it’s my new philosophy. I’ve decided it’s much too easy to be negative, especially if I happen to catch an episode of Strictly Come Dancing or see some glaring plot hole in a drama, so I’m trying to intercept my comments and replace them with positivity, in the hope it’ll become automatic.
People often say writing is a marathon not a sprint. For me it’s more like a mission to Mars with several lost crews and failed launches behind it. But now Earth looks like a tiny blue dot in the rear-view mirror and I shall soon be activating manoeuvring thrusters.
Truth is stranger than fiction, people often say, but ironically, truth is the overriding thing readers crave in fiction. An anathema? Possibly, but it’s more true than ever in Fantasy.
It is Star Wars Day as I write this, aka the day of terrible puns, and I’m sat in my car, waiting for my son, as some teenagers get told off by the police for drinking outside our local store.
It’s coming on for April, the skies of England are once again full of sunshine, but my writing life is full of rain.
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