I wrote my first story 17 years ago and it is now, sadly, lost. Many of the ones I’ve written since then are, sadly, not. 17 years sounds like a long time. It feels like a long time, I’m only 23 now.
I’ve done more than writing in that time, of course. Primary school, secondary school, university. A trip to China for a week and one to Australia for 6 months. Morris dancing, cake baking, choral singing. Lots of books.
Four cats in that time, one still with us and two new ones just joined her. Moved to York, moved to Australia, back to York and back to the Pennines. Yorkshire until I die. Brief forays into Lancashire, longer trips to The South.
Time to progress.
For years I’ve been writing. I’ve finally let myself grab onto my dream. I’m going from writing for fun to writing for work. I hope. This blog is where it begins. My name is Alexandra Needham, and I am a writer. I always have been, and it’s time to accept that.