I like to think of myself as a writer. In that, well, I like to write. I think I'm not too bad. Ideally I'd like to write for a living.
It's the "ideally" that's holding me up at the moment. I don't write enough. Actually, I do write an awful lot, but none of it is what I would describe yet as publishable quality, or, in many cases, finished. I have a head full of ideas. I have folders full of projects begun. I've sent a few articles off to editors, but none have been published.
I know I can do it, because in the past I have been paid for my writing. I used to write a lot for Scouting Magazine (and they paid me), and I've written programme resources, a book of games, and re-written a large manual on policies of Voluntary Youth Organisations. The problem is that these things dried up when I had my babies, and now I want them to reappear. I want to get back to writing for money, to commissions and deadlines.
I know that to do this I have to "get out there". I have to make time to write properly, I have to make myself finish some of my projects and make myself send them off. I have to network and make people know that I am a writer and I am available (desperate) to work.
So now it's over to me, and I'll be posting on here to let you know how it goes.