Writing/creativity
No Comments Wanting the wrong things – the self-interested dreamer
As far back as I can remember, the only career I have ever wanted to pursue was one in the creative industries. (For most of my life, this ambition has been limited to becoming a novelist; however, while studying Creative Writing at university, I took great pleasure in all the creative endeavours I was encouraged to experiment with.)
Even when I was young, I always knew that if I hadn’t made it by the time I entered full-time employment, I probably never would. What that meant is that I would be trapped in the rat race, locked in a fluorescent tomb (I think I’ve used that phrase before, but it sticks with me) that I could never escape while my dreams flittered away outside. The frightening inevitability of it all kept me writing, working as hard as I could in my free time to produce something saleable.