For many years, I worked as a secretary/administrator/PA within a whole range of industries but it never felt right. I had the skills. I had the experience. I presented myself in a smart and efficient manner. The problem was that my heart just wasn't in it.
From being a child, I had always wanted to be a writer. I wrote throughout most of my childhood, my teens (boyfriends were a slight distraction), and into my adult years. I wrote novels, short stories, poems and plays. I pestered my parents with my writing, sought praise from my English teachers and dreamt of a life of creative debauchery (although admittedly, the debauchery was mainly of the red wine and silk pyjamas variety).
In 1997, I was approached by a fellow member of the amateur dramatic group I was part of to write a murder mystery play. Using a desperate mixture of begging and, well, more begging, we persuaded the group chairman to let us perform it as a fundraising event. He eventually agreed, probably more out of annoyance than approval, and our script leapt into life.
That was the beginning of my life as a playwright, penning murder mystery scripts for amateur dramatic groups, schools and other fundraisers. I call this business, Murdering The Text and it has been going strong ever since. The catalogue of plays grows with each year and we have a loyal following. I even custom write plays for my customers, if needed.
In 2017, I added the role of freelance copywriter to my skillset, producing copy for emails, YouTube, blogs, magazines and websites.
I'm also working on a teen fantasy series. There's magic in it, and robots, and a boy who just wants to be left alone. It's an idea that refuses to be silent so I work at it regularly. The plan is to find an agent and ultimately a publisher.
I consider myself to be one of the luckiest people alive, writing every day and being paid for it too. Long may it continue.