My Mum told me I was a good writer (Mum’s are the best aren’t they). There’s a chance my Mum might have been lying through her teeth (or seeing through rose-tinted glasses), and this material might be absolute horseshit. But I enjoy writing, so I shall sweep aside the imposter syndrome and continue.
I’ve had thoughts of writing a book for a while. Trouble is, books are quite long and take a while to write. And sometimes life gets in the way. Life has a habit of doing that, but people have managed to write books in the past. I’m sure many people have dreams of writing a book, but they never get started, or don’t get it over the finish line. It has been said that Everyone has a book in them and that, in most cases, is where it should stay.
Many years ago (at the grand age of 15), I signed up to run the Great North Run. It sounded like a good idea. I wasn’t much of a runner, but I thought that this would make me into one. But I never actually ran it. I’d never ran anything close to a half-marathon and by the time the GNR came round, I hadn’t trained and the prospect of running it was too much.
In hindsight, I should have had a training plan. That could have been as simple as committing to a run (however long) each week. Once you get going, you’ve got momentum. Chipping away at something to get to a finished product or goal. Rome wasn’t built in a day. Neither, in fact, was Staines (Staines-upon-Thames if you’re trying to make it sound posh), but Rome tends to get mentioned more in this phrase.
If I am going to write a book, I’ll need to write regularly, with more of a plan this time around. My goal is to write weekly and publish it here on www.simon-cowell.com. I’ve got some daily and monthly goals too, I can enlighten you with these another day.
Thanks for reading Mum and apologies for swearing (though I’m not sure horseshit counts) x.