Post empty nest syndrome (read my article on the subject, won’t you? I took a writing course. I was the only person in the class who didn’t have a manuscript clutched to my bosom. My classmate friends thought that doing the course would teach them how to produce a publishable manuscript. The course only teaches you how to enhance the skills you already have.
I’d foolishly believed that taking a writing course was like studying to be a teacher or a nurse. I believed that at the end of it I would be a fully fledged writer. Spurred on by my friends I began a novel at school. It makes a dandy door stop.
I have won some short story competitions but short stories are just as hard to write well as novels and anyhow unless you’re already a famous novelist nobody wants to publish a collection of your short stories. Only now, years later, I am attempting to write a book for toddlers which is harder than it seems. Believe me. Everyone finds their niche, that’s what I’ve discovered. Mine seems to be article writing. I’ve had articles professionally published, but that’s a minefield too. You have to make sure your sending an article where it’s wanted and make sure that you’re aiming your article at the right market. I also make sure to push outside that square now and again.