Chasing the dream

I've always wanted to be a writer.  In fact I still have the very first play I wrote in primary school.  When I left high school I never considered that being a full time writer was an option, and once the lure of a regular pay packet took hold, the dream drifted away.  Although it was never completely gone.  Ideas still came, and my fingers still itched to release words onto a page.  So how is it that at 48 I finally decided to give this writing thing a proper go? Two reasons.  The first is I got sick of the corporate world.  The money was good but my heart wasn't in it and I could see the long years until retirement stretching out before me, and it wasn't a happy thought.  The second, and more important reason, is my kids.  They're still young, and haven't really got to the "I want to be a..." stage, although my five year old told me she wanted to drive an ambulance (she also wants to be a princess so...)  But mainly it's the thought that I can't tell me kids that they should puruse their dreams if I've never done it myself.  And I want to tell them they can be whatever they want to be when they grow up, whether it's a paramedic or a princess (or both).  So this is me taking the plunge and whatever happens from this point on, at least I chased my dream.