I know what I want to be when I grow up

Which given that I'm 50 this year has been a long time coming, but at least I've finally got there.

In truth, I've always known what I wanted to be, but life got in the way for a few years and threw me off track.

But it's easy to get distracted, isn't it? You listen to what people in authority tell you when you're at school and you do what they say.

Then you get caught up in work and family and your priorities change and you put things on the back burner because it's "not the right time".

Then life throws stupid curve balls at you and so "just surviving", becomes the priority.

And then, finally, you realise that there's never going to be a "right time", or that the mythical "right time" might actually be now and you go for it.

And so, now I've grown up, I want to be a writer. I've always known that really, I wrote it in a story in Miss Pocock's class in 1975/76 when I was 7 before I knew what being a writer really was.

I've toyed with being once since 2005, and I've had quite a bit of success. But this year is the year that I'm really going for it, that I'm putting my heart and soul into it.

Will I succeed, will I climb the mountain to the very top? I don't know, but I do know that I'll kick myself in the future if I look back and think I never really tried.

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