When I started writing I thought I was going to be a funny fiction writer. I was going to write the next Adrian Mole, one of my favourite characters. Then I had some success with literary short stories, so then I thought I’d be the next Margaret Atwood or Kate Atkinson and write a literary novel. Then I wrote and wrote and submitted and submitted and suddenly I had two published books both from my detective series. Then I thought- okay- I’ll be Sarah Paretsky. I wasn’t picky; I just wanted to be a writer. I’ve always been a bit of a jack of many trades and a master of none so everything was good.
Then by accident, mostly because I wanted to make an actual living at writing, I attended a radio script writing workshop. I started writing radio lessons in science. On a whim, after a couple of years, my writing partner and I took a chance at TV script writing. Now we have one television series (almost) behind us and a new one starting. We just found out we’ve been awarded a 26 part radio drama series, too, that will likely take us well into 2009.
This is how life is. One thing follows another and then when you thought you were the next Sue Townsend, you find that you are now a screenwriter. A bit of an unexpected shock, but a lovely surprise nevertheless. I’m learning and growing in a direction I never thought I would. It doesn’t mean that I don’t still intend to find my Adrian Mole or write a great literary novel because I do.
The moral of this story, said the woman who as a girl loved Aesop’s Fables, travel that unknown road with all of its twists and turns, you might find the thing you’re not looking for and discover it was just what you needed. If nothing else, it’s always nice to take in new scenery.