And I thought my story was interesting…
Last week the Royal Air Force Benevolent Fund invited me to give a lecture on how I became a fast selling author. So I threw the kids at hubby and set off South but being directionally dyslexic I arrived in West Sussex via Portsmouth. Thanks for the lovely welcome (and lunch!).
After lunch (did I mention how lovely it was) I banged on about the healing art of writing, explaining that as long as I find life funny, I’ll write about it. Only afterwards when I met the guests of Princess Marina House did I start to feel humble. These fantastic people had years (and I mean years) of service under their belts with amazing stories of postings and action. My incredible journey from paper to publisher suddenly seemed inadequate as I heard about one resident (a spy in World War I) and met exceptional gentlemen like ‘Spike’ Kelly.
Real life accounts of true love, courage and survival are everywhere. Our ignorance of such memories is criminal.
Go on, grab a granny and ask what she did 50 years ago. She might surprise you and put your achievements in the shade…