OK it’s time to climb down from the perch of pontification and make a start. I will write a murder mystery. It will rival the timeless works of Agatha and sell millions. Obviously.
What, you may ask, has caused this sudden spark of enthusiasm? Simple really. Last night I did what I never imagined I would have the balls to do. I shared a couple of these posts with a friend. He’s a published writer, albeit only a solitary magazine article on metal detecting so far, but he is now working on his first book and to me that makes him a pro. He claimed to enjoy what little I shared and gently exposed the uncomfortable truth that I need to get on with this as I actually do have it in me. To give up now would be a criminal, lazy waste of my efforts so far. Apparently.
You may be surprised, given the above, that I am actually extremely grateful to him. Piling on the pressure even further, apparently we are to share our finished works at some indeterminate future date.
The die, as they say, is cast.
Wish me luck!
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