As I sit here in a busy and smokey coffee shop here in Shibuya, Tokyo, Japan, I wonder why I ever chose a teaching career over the two things I really wanted to do.
For a long time I trained in the realms of Musical Theatre. That’s great! Lots of jazz hands and unbelievably camp shows. Glitz and glamour for pittance. I wanted to be a performer. Not on TV or anything like that, but I did go as far as getting three diplomas and a degree. I even made a short film called Johnny and got myself an agent.
When I realized work was short I trained as a teacher in disability in drama, sign language and then later as a teacher in English as a foreign language.
I then moved to Japan and worked as a teacher. A bit bland for a former Musical Theatre buff.
So I took a few back steps. My hands needed to stay creative. My mind is always on the go. So much so, that it’s difficult to sleep at night.
I went back to one of my creative talents from when I was younger. That is my writing.
Writers are not paid much, but when I was younger I wanted to be the next Roald Dahl or J.K Rowling. So I started a horror story. I only got so far in when I chose to stop. I’d run out of creative juices. I decided I was too young to make a full long book about horror.
Over ten years later, I penned a poetry book and published it onto a free site for download. Nobody downloaded it, but I didn’t really promote it, so my message never really was sent to more than 50 people.
Since then I have picked up a book that I’d penned several years back and have begun to type and edit it.
However, my current book that I have co-authored is my biggest hurdle. It’s got an extremely important message, and as I sit here pondering into my coffee cup, I try to come up with inspirational promotional ways to get mine and my co-authors message out to the rest of the world.