It did sound like a big announcement, but not exactly, no. I'm just having a thing at the moment whereby I decide I really want to find an opportunity to do X and then X appears.
So I've basically spent twenty years telling myself that I have to be practical and give up on the idea that I could be a writer, because I don't have the talent/self-discipline/marketing abilities/etc. And then I got sober and started the blog and decided fuck it, let's give it a shot.
Four months sober, that blog has been featured by Mumsnet Bloggers and Wordpress as their blog of the day, I have a healthy following, I'm writing 1-2K words per day on a novel, and today I just picked up my first writing gig for an online publication so I can start peddling a byline under my real name. None of it is particularly big stuff, but this is the first time in my adult life, I think, that I have decided that yes, I will in fact pursue a dream, and it seems to be working.
Apologies that the above sounds like such self-promotion. It's not supposed to be. It's more that - well, I guess, I read Rocca and thought - sort of snarkily, to myself - oh, yeah, sure. I'll give up drinking wine and I'll just, what, MAGICALLY turn into a professional writer and lose a stone and get up early in the mornings to go for a run, will I? SURE.
And, well, actually. Yeah, pretty much.