|When I co-founded the Write On Mamas with a small group of fellow friends and writers, I didn’t tell them that I was not like them, that I had not grown up with a passion for writing or had not always longed to be an author.
I didn’t tell them that I did not have any formal writing training whatsoever, apart from a reasonably good boarding school education in England and that had been waaay back in the dark ages, before the electric light bulb was invented according to my kids.
I didn’t tell them that even though I had always read book after book, I had not read many literary masterpieces. Sometimes I just read crap.
And I certainly didn’t tell them the real reason that I had sat down at my computer one day and started to write.
Because, even though I was now living in the new-age-hippy-yoga-with-everything San Francisco area, I thought I might get hauled away as being just a bit too weird and, dare I say it, freaky, especially for an uptight Englishwoman of a certain age who ought to know better. I just winged it.
As all the positivity how-to manuals spouted, I acted as if I was a writer and kept calm and carried on in my best BBC manner. And now here I am, about to have my unsanctioned scribblings actually published in a book!
And the daft thing is, I nearly got away with it. If only I had just kept my big mouth shut, but then I would be fighting the habit of a lifetime.
Why did I have to go and write an entire essay on who told me to start writing … as now I’m wondering if everyone is looking at me like I am completely mad and should be immediately locked up in a padded cell with only a few pastel crayons for company!
If you want to know why I am F for Freaky, you are going to have to buy our book, Mamas Write, and find out for yourselves.
Claire Hennessy has two essays in Mamas Write: The Reluctant Author and Writer’s Block Retreat.