I can't say I wrote very consistently over the next thirty years but from time to time I'd try my hand at a script with a friend. We generally received good feedback and were invariably urged to keep writing, but these partnerships always seemed to lack the resilience to keep going, or work came up for one or other of us and we went our separate ways. I didn't consider writing on my own until later. I'd never had much difficulty with ideas for stories, but to be absolutely honest, I didn't think I'd have the staying power, the sheer grit and determination needed to write and revise until the job was done.
I'm pleased to say, I did manage to do it, and what's more I found the experience utterly exhilarating. I can't say I enjoyed the eighteen months of uncertainty, raised hopes and disappointment that followed; by the end of which I'd been taken out to lunch by an editor from a large publishing house, also a literary agent who wanted to represent the book and had been assured by a prominent person in the world of publishing to, "Trust me, it's going to happen."
For a while after it went pear-shaped, I felt a bit like a crushed bug and didn't even feel like writing a shopping list.
Anyway, I did eventually get going again. That's the most important thing in life, I reckon - To Keep Going!