Not young, not ancient; not beautiful, not plain; not exotic, not bland - it seems I’m average. Let’s hope the writing is not. And have I always wanted nothing else than the writer’s life? - no. But I want it now, after some time doing what most of us do - waste youth, get married (happily), raise a family, and look about at the wide world.
I’ve written a few pieces for publication, done a writing-connected course, and have partially completed several longer stories which will, with gritty effort, see the light of public appraisal.