My life is littered with unfinished projects. I've had some brilliant ideas in my time but have never carried them through. One beautiful summer day 15 years ago I danced around the house, happy and excited because in my hand I held my first book contract.
But 15 years later, that first book contract is now my only one. I hit a few hurdles in my life after that book was published and instead of picking myself up and dusting myself down and going back to work, I switched gears and moved onto something else.
Then a few years ago, I decided I really did want to get back to writing. The kids were older now and there didn't seem to be any good excuse not to. I took a creative writing course at university and enjoyed it immensely, getting excellent grades. I wrote a novel. Then another, and a third. And put them all in a drawer and decided selling them would be too hard, I'd be better off concentrating on my real job.
What is it that stops us from living the truly creative life we're capable of? I can only imagine it must be fear. What if it doesn't work out? What if people think I'm an idiot? What if I tell people I want to do this and I end up failing?
But what if it does work out? What if we try living the life we really want and end up finding success instead of failure?
That's a mind boggling idea, isn't it?