I am and forever will be a writer. It was what I was born to do. I’m fairly sure I came out of my mother’s womb contemplating what an amazing vagina monologue it would make. In fact, I’ve been writing my whole life. From writing witty takes on the traditional tales when I was small, to finishing my first feature length novel at the age of 11, I was always writing. Even when I was a spotty anger-filled teenager I was still venting my rage out on paper in diary entries and rather embarrassingly Dido’esque songs for my band (that never played any instruments), Juxta Position. As I got older, I knew that was what I was meant to do. But alas, my mother intervened.
“You won’t make any money…!” or:
“You should get a proper job…!” or even:
“Hannah have you been looking at naughty websites again…?!”
Oh… okay, that last bit wasn’t really relevant. Anyway, point is, I was what I like to call ‘bullied’ into trying to get a real job. And so when I was 18 I found myself going to University to study Pharmacology. Random, I know. Don’t get me wrong, I love science. If by science you mean Star Wars. But I persevered and got my degree with honours. Then shortly after that I found myself working for a scientific Publishing company in London as an assistant editor. I was almost grasping with writing again. I would proofread articles daily, but it wasn’t enough. I needed my fix. Throughout Uni I had kept the writing up. I wrote featured TV and movie reviews for the website Sidereel. I flirted with the idea of writing a novel. And so, about a month into starting my career in publishing, I started a blog – just to keep me sane – and I began putting my epic Sci-Fi novel to paper. It’s still a working progress, but needless to say I know I am meant to be writing something.
Right now, I want to make writing my full time job. I know I am good enough. It is just getting on that ladder without having done a journalism degree or an English related subject. But I’m going to keep it going regardless because I know one way or the other – I will either be as rich as JK, laughing and sipping champagne in my mansion, or I will be a bum writing haikus with my own excrement. Either way – I will be a writer.