Disappointing

I don't think that writing is as easy as I thought it would be. I love it, but it can be difficult. Sometimes, disappointed, and I am tempted to just leave it alone. But I know that life is full of disappointments. I remember the dawning realisation that I would be unlikely to be marrying Han Solo anytime soon – even though I had actually queued all the way around the Empire Cinema for well over an hour to see him in Star Wars. (Do you remember queuing to see a film? Those were the days.) Then there was the time I came second in the school English Essay Competition, which meant winning a rubbish book about Tutankhamun rather than the full set of Nancy Drew Mysteries awarded to the winner. In my constant quest to be more productive and consistent as a writer, I have listened to lots of advice – for instance, Anne Lamott's “Stop NOT writing”. True and excellent, but not helping with consistency. We have invested in a desk, which is no mean feat in a two-bedroom apartment, and ...