I represent one of those awful kinds of people you see on early afternoon television programmes who decide one day that they'd had enough of the rat-race. Yes, I did that, and I decided that I wanted to do exactly what's been in my heart to do ever since being a teenager, but never before had the guts to try.
And so here I am now - absolutely adoring my new occupation as a fully fledged writer. Every day I wake up genuinely excited about what's ahead of me. Sure, there's still drudge and things I'd rather not have to do, but that's not the point - is it? The feeling that springs up in my stomach every time someone says something nice about my work makes everything seem absolutely right with the world. I know that sounds a bit... emotional - but of course it is. I couldn't do what I do if I wasn't.