I, Writer # 1
After almost 65 years I have decided that enough is enough.
I am going to become a full-time writer. So I will need to buy a pencil sharpener. I intend to get it at the little stationery shop in the village of Karousades just a short walk from where I live. The owner is a very nice guy. He speaks a little English. I speak a little Greek. The first time we met, he was standing behind his counter with a very attractive young woman.This is when he told me that his name was Napoleon.
” So this must be Josephine,” I quipped.
“No. This is my daughter,” came the terse reply.
We laugh about it now. Well, one of us does.
Now, I am aware that becoming a full-time writer entails a bit more than the purchase of a pencil sharpener. So join me I, Writer on my journey from near literary obscurity to the heady world of book signings and award ceremonies. Each week I will keep you posted about my progress and give you a little background information. Somewhere along the line I suspect that I may well have to write something. I consider this to be a minor inconvenience. The merest of details.
They say that you can’t teach an old dog to bark up the wrong tree. I beg to differ. Hemingway once said that you should write while you’re drunk and edit while you’re sober. Well, I’m already half way there. Quite honestly, at this point in time, I really don’t have a clue as to where all this is going. No doubt it will unfold. It’s all set. The die is cast. The wheels are in motion. Let’s go.