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Alberto Mozziconacci, fine art prints, French artists, Persistence, She Magazine, step-parenting
Long, long ago, I held in my trembling hand the very first payment I received for something I had written. It was not a work of fiction – being a light-hearted article about becoming a step-parent for the long-defunct women’s magazine SHE – but it made me think I could perhaps call myself a writer.
Instead of purchasing a yacht (the cheque was for a modest £80) I marked the occasion by buying a limited edition print by the French artist Alberto Mozziconacci which sits, to this day, on the wall of our dining room.
Years have passed. Decades. And I am still awaiting fame and fortune. Yet if I am ever feeling downhearted about my ambitions I only have to look at La Soupière to remind myself that as long as I am still writing I can call myself a writer.
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I think that ‘The Servant’ shows that your status as a writer is clear to all. We want another, please.