Once upon a time many eons ago, I started writing a novel.
I was fuelled by a nagging urge. A bossy voice with one command: ‘Dettra, write!’
Eventually, I listened. I had no idea what to write about, but to my surprise words arrived.
But not ones that popped. Nope. Having not scribed anything creative since school, I needed help. So off I went to weekend workshops to get better at crafting words. My creative time competes with work and personal commitments. I snatch moments here and there, claim hours where I can and I’m fiercely territorial about my writing time.
Little did I know, years ago, how long it would take for this novel to evolve and take shape. I didn’t realise what it would require of me. No one told me books have claws and teeth! I’ve grown the book, and it’s grown me. We’re in a very testing and dynamic relationship.
Since conception, the novel has told many stories and had many titles. It’s been a book-baby, a toddler, an adolescent – and now it’s matured.
I hope for it to be published soon, in one way or another. The time is nigh for Ruby Wright to be not just living in my imagination and my Word docs, but out in the world in handbags and on bedside tables and Kindles.
If you are a literary agent or publisher and like my writing, I’d love to hear from you.