First time blogger

I have a confession. Despite being a publisher I am neither a writer nor editor. My journey into publishing was unconventional to say the least. A sports science degree does not normally lead one into the literary world but here I am nevertheless. For over 20 years I worked for someone else. I dutifully turned up for work (almost on time) every day, hardly ever took any time off sick, often worked extra hours and took on anything that was offered to me in the hope that I would become too valuable to lose. And guess what? I was made redundant. For the first time in my life at the age of 53 I was (quite literally) shown the door and put unceremoniously on garden leave (not that I had much of a garden to attend to!).

So what was I to do.

In times like this I normally do three things; pray, reflect and run sometimes all at the same time. In these moments a path was illuminated before me. Not all at once but gradually step by step from flickering candelight to ever ready torchlight my heavenly Dad showed me a way forward just like my earthly Dad did when I was a child.

So here I am a year later. The director, of a publishing company which I wholly own having, with the help of my very able publishing assistant Sarah, published 15 books to date with several more in the pipeline. Are we making a living? Barely, but that’s not the point. For the first time in my life I’m free. Free to make my own decisions but also completely responsible for everything we do. It’s a scary journey  over some pretty rough terrain but so worth it…