It’s been such a long time since I’ve written anything here. I have spent much of the last few years writing things for other people, and feeling reasonably confident that I could make them sound smart on whatever the given subjects were, yet having the confidence to write something as myself? Finding the time to do so? Not so easy.
Recently I have been thinking a lot about an idea that has been in my head for many many years. I need to make it happen. I’ve spoken about it to a few people and they agree that it is a Good Idea(tm).
I’ve had a few of those. In fact a number of things I’ve thought of in the past have turned out to be excellent ideas for other people that had the idea years later and acted on it. So either that means I’m super smart for coming up with good ideas, or super stupid for not taking a punt on them!
Today I watched Sarah Woolley give an excellent interview on the BBC about the issue of funeral poverty, and as I congratulated her on a sterling job, I mentioned something I’d recorded in the past on a similar subject. It led me back to a post I’d written and funnily enough, reading my own words there have made me even more certain that I need to a) write more, even if no-one is reading, and b) make my idea a reality.
So I’m writing this out loud so that you can hold me to it: I’m going to write a book about death and how to deal with it. (If anyone is reading, and happens to be – or knows – a literary agent, please do get in touch!)