Different Directions

Positivity is the name of the game. Yes my tummy has a mind of it's own. Yes I work full time in a rather demanding job. Yes, I am daughter, friend, sister, carer, sexbot, author and resident sark detector. I am different things to different people. But there was a rather lovely bit of time over Christmas, whilst Daddy and I were drinking our way through a ridiculous sized bottle of Morgan Spice that my Daddy reminded me that I can't be everything. "You are an amazing young woman" (obviously I started welling up like a pansy) "but don't let people make you into what they want. Remember to put yourself first. Now go get me some more trifle. Good gel."

Safe to say that my Daddy is always right. Except when he's trying to pronouce Darth Vader. Too good to be anything but a blessing from God. I'm not a role model, or spokesperson, hell, regardless of what I've got after my name, I don't even think I'm that clever. I cannot be all things for all people because one is unfortunately very human and easily distracted by a pair of sharp heels, tight buns on a bloke and a salt crusted martini. Given my changeable nature, you're probably not going to like everything I write. And that's okay. It's not because I've got big headed, or I love myself, or it's all about the benjamins, writing always has and always will be too personal for that. In one form or another, everything my characters have been through is because I've been through it too. (Not all the illegal stuff - just a few) I write because I feel. To cheer myself up, to make myself laugh, to purge all the bad, to work through the really, really god awful and to envision the light at the end of those dark tunnels. And while I thank you for being there and sharing the journey, it's not really for you. It's to save quite a lot of time in a counsellor's office trying to work out if I'm schizophrenic or not.

And breathe...