I'm in the process of applying for jobs, yet again. And I can tell you, I'm thoroughly fed up of it. But the thing is, I have this disgusting habit which requires me to beg, steal, borrow, sell my body or do some bloody work to fund it. Yes, I'm talking about my Writing Addiction . I acquired this deliciously dirty little pass time in my teens. I wrote awful poetry. I'm sure you know the sort I mean. And I dabbled in short stories, but also began my very first novel. It was called Panthra and was about a man who transmogrified into... yes, you guessed it, A PANTHER. I was fourteen. Don't laugh so hard. Okay, go ahead. I'm howling too. Then, check out the uTube clip so that you know my idea was not altogether crazy. Well the upshot of all this is that I'm still here, 32 years later, supporting my little habit. I've tried various methods to cure me of this sinful addiction . Rae's Writer's Anonymous 8 step programme...
I write therefore I am