It was a risk, some might say precarious, but it was a risk she was willing to take. The job offer, unexpected as it was, made her curious. Did she really want to follow her dream of becoming a writer? Her friend saw the potential, but she hadn’t really considered changing her career path so soon.

Her job, at the supermarket paid the bills, sure, but she was always thinking of what could have been. Writing was only a hobby, well her family called it that. She loved putting pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard and creating something out of nothing.

This would mean writing full time, and she wasn’t quite sure she was talented enough to do it. Writing for other people sounded too good to be true. You wrote their life story, and got paid money to do it.

‘Do you reckon I should do it?’ she said, standing in front of her mirror.

The decision was made, and she rang her friend for the information. She was already working for the company, and knew of all the pitfalls. There were days when you wouldn’t get any work, but if you got the big pay out, then it was a step on the first rung of the ladder.

She dialled her friend’s number, and she answered straight away. ‘Sounds good, I’ll give it a try,’ she said.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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