The backstory

I created the Professional Writer’s Progress website, back in 2014. This is when it all began. Well, that is a little lie, it all began in 2009! When I returned to Education to follow an old dream.

That is a lie too. It all began when I was a little girl, A Girl from Hull. I was about nine or ten; the decade is now talked of as the eighties. If you’re reading this in one hundred years’ time, that was the 1980s, and I wanted to be an Author.

In the 1980s I wanted to be a writer, but I was just a girl, and who on earth earns money as a Writer anyway?  Thirty-ish or so years later, it was 2009 that I downed tools as a Professional Administrator and Office Manager. I had become a parent, and wanted to readdress lost opportunities. I thoroughly enjoyed been the career minded professional , but something had always been missing. I had loved English back at school, however, my grammar was and still is so Hullish.

I am learning, if I was as capable in publishing stories as well as I am in talking myself out of an opportunity, I would be a bestseller.

After, a life time of island hopping from one place to another, chasing other people’s dreams, life had taken its toll, I had never found my own true vocation. Life, had been filled with so much drama and an abundance of life changing experiences, I wasn’t sure what my vocation, or dream was. Not anymore! I had the esteem of a hedgehog, slow and steady, but prickly when threatened.

2009 was the year that gave me a chance to follow a childish dream of mine, as a past-colleague named Alan described back in Brunswick House,  Teaching was my vocation!

Somehow, with my Hullish grammar and words, I accomplished a Bachelors in the Art of English Literature with Creative Writing, and my path took me into realms of Renaissance with Modern Languages.  This is where I fell in love again, with stories and words.

A passion for historical literature was stirred, Spenser, Shakespeare, Duranti & Darrieussecq, Rossetti, Meyer and Fry became my guides within a world of words.  I hung onto the word academia like a female possessed. I wanted to know where to look? What to read? How  could I help the cause?

However, I had no idea what cause I was truly helping.

Many of us (girls) jump up and down asking to be equal to men. However, I didn’t want to be equal, in body, nor mind. If I might use Fung Shui guidance as an example: I see men as the ying and the women as the yang, or maybe it is the other way around? Whichever suits, we all have one another’s traits, and can adapt to suit.

I wanted to find balance.

I think Spenser, Shakespeare, Duranti and Darrieussecq may have felt the same way, but I don’t know and I don’t wish to put words into their mouths, their books speak for themselves. Read them!

When I achieved a Masters I was blown away, literally breathless. How was it possible for this no mark, A Girl from Hull, able to achieve something so prestigious?  True grit and determination was the key and maybe a way with words, always of a cliché, but I put that down to becoming a mother back in 2005, and in being just A Girl from Hull.  Maybe the 1980s generated a new way in using language. I often feel like I am of the generation influx marketing, when every word claims to sell something without even realising it.

2014, flung out on my ear by the University, which is quite a story in itself: Off you go! Find something to do with it, that qualification of yours. What was your vocation again?  I defaulted into, “Oh yeah, a teacher!”

I am able to laugh at myself today, and that is healthy.  I had to keep reminding myself, I wanted to be an Author, remember the childhood dream. Of course being a Teacher would be an exciting opportunity, yet, there is an innate desire to remember back to when I was ten, and eighteen and twenty-eight, and what got in the way?

This is where I halted my own chasing of a destination, I started to think, what if?

These last three years of trial and error, learning and self-executing as a Professional Writer, writing stories with the intention to sell them has been a raging sea of torment, and often, I wanted to call it a day. Life certainly wanted to get in the way. I tried a pen name and felt like a fraud. I tried to join writing groups, but most of the groups didn’t want to be an Author as a destination, they just wanted to write.

I didn’t give up:

I needed a structure, I found 4DX (a book) and the Start up of You (another book).

I needed a purpose, I found Psychologies (a magazine), or maybe they found me?

I needed a vision: A Professional Writer is a possible vocation. I am already an author, after self-producing an eBook or four  in 2016.

But, all of that too, may also be a lie. Check out the Volumes Category. I can assure you it isn’t.

What I have learned over the years of research is: most people write today to sell something.

I don’t want to sell myself, ‘Truisme‘ is a book that springs to mind, written by Marie Darrieussecq, a fascinating read that provoked in me thousands of questions. Questions that would take a life time to answer.

Hopefully, I can share my life time as a Writer, knowledge and experiences of my own writing progress to date, because that is what we are supposed to do with knowledge isn’t it? Pass it on.

Sharing a story through words with readers whoever may want or choose to read them. I have a family and if I fail to find an answer in life, hopefully my children will find their own interpretation in living a peaceful and balanced life, through the stories I have chosen to share. 

So why am I calling this One Writer’s Progress, Vérdâlibré? and what exactly is

A (f)ilosophy for Creative Writing all about? Click here to learn more. . .

 

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