My journey back to publication.

Hours upon hours of unpaid time, staring at paper. Waiting for ideas to flow. Fighting the demons of self doubt. Am I good enough? Has my time passed? Will my work be remembered? In the end you just carry on, these questions cannot be answered unless you do.

Warmed by the fact that my first ever book was published and sold internationally and had several other books published in succession. I cling to the hope that I can replicate that past period of success.

I had to sideline my dreams and put the needs of my family ahead of my own ambition and the years slipped by. But I never lost sight of the vision I have carried with me since childhood, which is to make art the way I survive in this world. Everybody tells you that you can’t do it, it’s just a hobby. But I don’t believe that.

So I’m back, staring at paper, waiting for the ideas to flow.