My answer to the question, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" was always the same. "I'm going to be a writer." Probably the last time I said that and believed it was around the age of 8. I'm now in my 50s and I am, most definitely, a writer. What happened in between? Let's have a look. Subscribe below (right) to keep up to date with Ruth’s latest blogs.
I sit here, in my draughty Victorian house, at a mid-19th century kneehole walnut desk, writing. The room in which I sit was built in 1892, its only heating an open fire. My feet rest on the original red tiles and my little writing nook is nestled in the corner of the room, by an exposed brick wall.
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