Post arrived this morning with a pleasant surprise, especially for a writer. A royalty cheque! Now it won’t keep me in the extravagant lifestyle to which I’d like to become accustomed, but it was a timely reminder that writing is all I have ever wanted to do.
Ever since I was a nine-year-old and won a prize of a strawberry chocolate bar in a writing competition and realised for the first time that my great and pretty much secret passion in life could gain me just rewards. Nothing has ever tasted as sweet as that strawberry chocolate bar that I ate quietly and slowly on the bus. Even now when someone gives me a box of chocs, I always go for the strawberry cream first and it always recaptures that moment.
There’s nothing quite like the feeling of watching someone read your prose. It’s happened to me several times on the tube; people reading my articles and even once or twice my books. Is that a twitch of the eyebrow, is that a smile? That was a definite nod at my wisdom!
So the royalty cheque reminds me that people are still buying and reading my books and that I should get on and write the next one.