My thoughts on a page.

So here it is the final Inspiration Diaries post of the year. Every month myself and five other writers, (three experienced and successful and three hopefuls) share our writing month.

This month we shook it up a bit and shared who has inspired us, our highlights and goals for 2020. I’ve loved sharing my own journey with you all as well as getting a nose into the lives of other writers. Fingers crossed I will have exciting writing news to share in 2020.

If you would like to read my fellow writers diary you can go to The Inspiration Diaries. 

I will reblog them here tomorrow just to give you every chance to read them.

December Diary.

2019 is drawing to a close and what a rollercoaster it has been. It will forever be the year I lost my lovely Mum, but I like to imagine that all that was good since then has been overseen by her from a distance.  Since Mum passed there have been many who took me by the hand and guided me through the difficult days, weeks and months of early grief. Without them there would have been no writing. Yet there was writing, and it led to my getting an agent, Faith O Grady, which was without doubt my greatest writing highlight of 2019.

In this month’s diary I’ve been asked to share who has inspired me, what I have learned this year and my writing goals for 2020.

In my writing life so many have inspired me. If, however I were to name one I must cheat and name two; John McCahill, my dad who had a most magical way with words and Agnes, my mum, who had courage beyond measure. On days when writing my memoir has been less than easy I have needed a plentiful supply of inspiration from both.

There is much that I have learned this year, most especially that writing doesn’t just happen. It takes effort, time and patience and the ability to ignore the voice within, which mocks and scorns my writing goals and ambitions.

My writing goal for 2020 is simple, to type ‘the end’ on my memoir and hopefully see it on the shelves.

This time last year I could never have imagined I would have an agent and the possibility of being published. Now, 2020 lies before us, an unwritten book of 366 days of blank pages. Let’s all dare to dream what story those pages will tell this time next year.