About a month ago I started a SubStack under my legal name. The point of doing that was to get me writing again after a sustained period of inactivity. I know full well that one of the secrets to being a good writer is to write. Anything. It doesn’t matter, just write. Ideally, every day.
That was the point of starting the Stack. To get me writing, if not every day, then at least more often than I was. There didn’t need to be a theme, just write.
In one month, I’ve published five pieces on the Stack. That’s not great as it’s just over one a week, but it’s better than writing nothing at all.
And, honestly, it served its purpose in the sense that, as mentioned in last week’s update, it’s gotten me writing fiction again. Slowly, for sure, but at least I’m writing again.
One of the posts I wrote for the Stack may well be one of the best articles I’ve ever written of any kind–right up there with the Terry Pratchett tribute I wrote after his death. It’s a genuinely heartfelt piece about my son’s time with the Youth Music Trust he’s been a part of for the last eight years.
I’ve always been wary of “cross-pollination” of my author’s socials & website and my personal one, but I think it would be a real shame not to share this particular piece as widely as possible. And so, after a bit of editing to remove the personal details, I’ll share it here at some point this week. I do hope you enjoy reading it when I do.
