I acknowledge my debt to Lord Byron
Like most writers I know, I struggle with self-belief. I have so very little in print, and none of it ‘commercial’, that I find it increasingly hard to call myself a writer. Thus I often I refer to my B&B as what I do when strangers ask.
Kind people suggest I self-publish.
I have tremendous respect for those who do – but whilst I don’t rule it out for some work, it’s not my dream. On one hand it would be very hard to reach the children that my novels might suit, and on the other, I yearn for the validation of a publisher willing to take a risk on my creativity.
Still – I do write. I write my first drafts for myself. I write all sorts of bits and pieces when revising or waiting for feedback or between projects. I have any number of scraps and small tales in the multitudinous notebooks of The Garret. There’s a file on my computer called Lockwood’s Bazaar too.
They all pine for readers.
A story doesn’t truly exist until someone responds to it. It’s like a soft toy waiting to be loved into existence. Imaginary worlds become manifest in the space between the teller and the listener.
Now my stories are many and varied. Some of them won’t be to your taste. Some of them won’t work for you.
But oh the joy you give me by making the effort to read my words! You will always be welcome at The Garret – whether you read one tale or twenty.
I am so grateful. It’s a reason to keep going and striving to improve and holding up my work to see what people think. Your comments are warmly appreciated – all feedback helps. If you can see what I can improve, please tell me. If you’ve liked something, the kindest thing is to share it with those who might like it too.
“I can’t write without a reader. It’s precisely like a kiss—you can’t do it alone.”
― John Cheever
Thank you for keeping me from being alone – with especial thanks to Candy Gourlay, April Irwin, Pat Walsh and Jeannie Waudby.