Welcome to my first post on Katy’s Shoes! I am very excited about my website launch – an idea that came about during one sleepless night over Christmas, and one that I haven’t been able to get out of my head since.
I have been writing stories since I was a child, but most of them were clandestine jottings in notebooks that I kept under lock and key. Only very rarely did I share them with people, for fear that they would be criticised.
It’s been a long journey to get where I am today – to have my work published on the huge global monstrosity that is THE INTERNET. Looking back, there have been three significant factors that gave me the push I needed to shake off all my inhibitions and just write.
The first one was aged 12, when I wrote a story using the Mr Men characters and sent it off to Mr Roger Hargreaves himself. His daughter replied with a very kind and apologetic letter to tell me that they only publish stories written by her father and brother. She praised the story (which I have no doubt was abysmal) and encouraged me to continue my writing because she could see great talent. To a twelve year old child, those words were gold.
The second injection came from my secondary school English teacher, Mrs Dawson, who told me that I wrote such a powerful short story about a run-away child, that it brought her to tears. This felt like somewhat of an achievement, and I vowed to peruse to this art form, if for nothing else but to make her proud. She was my real-life childhood hero.
The third factor comes more recently, when my husband and I went travelling for three months on our honeymoon. I kept a travel blog for friends and family, and the response it got made me burst with pride. This was my boldest move to date, because until that point, I had hardly shared anything I’d written with anybody. The comments from friends and family were lovely, but I couldn’t help but feel that they were hugely biased. They could read my shopping list and would probably be impressed. It was only when a complete stranger got in touch to say she’d happily read an account of me going to Tesco’s that I thought, “Hang on. Perhaps there’s something here.”
So it’s thanks to all of those people that I’m doing this. I can’t express my gratitude enough. We all need to do more of what makes us happy, and writing makes me very happy indeed.
I hope you enjoy it.