Unlike Sue, I never dreamed of becoming an author. Don’t get me wrong, I am and always have been a complete bookworm, but I was happy just being a reader until I eventually got bitten by the writing bug. No, my dreams were very different and they changed on a regular basis.
Some people seem to be born knowing what they want to do in life – not me. I always knew there were endless possibilities out there and every so often, one of them would fire my imagination, but never for very long. At first, predictably, I dreamed of becoming a princess (yes, I read way too many fairy tales!). And although that does happen to some people, I soon realised it wasn’t terribly likely. There just aren’t enough princes around, sadly, at least not ones I’d like to marry!
Then I read about Tutankhamun’s treasure and instantly decided I wanted to be an archaeologist. How fabulous would it be to find stacks of gold and jewels? Being the first person for thousands of years to hold ancient artifacts in my hands? Being famous? But then I found out that most archaeologists spend their lives digging up nothing but tiny bits of pot shards and animal bones – not quite as glamorous. Besides, it’s usually cold, wet and muddy and way too much like hard work! Definitely not for me.
I enjoyed art and my dad suggested I should become an architect – sounded good to me! So I started dreaming of designing fantastic Gothic-looking castles and award-winning buildings. I spent hours drawing their facades and imagining the fabulous interiors. There was only one problem – I’m useless at maths and apparently architects have to calculate stuff. Damn!
But I also love languages and after having lived abroad for a while I began to dream of travelling the world, working as a diplomat, or perhaps at the UN! I imagined myself smoothing over diplomatic spats, soothing angry ministers and maybe even preventing wars … But no, this dream was also doomed to failure. As a half Swede/half British person neither government could trust me enough to employ me in their diplomatic service. After all, if there was a war between the two countries, how could they have been sure where my true allegiance lay? I could see their point, but it was still frustrating.
So my dreams turned towards love, marriage and children, and finally, something worked out! And then, just when I thought that was it and I’d realised my dreams, I discovered writing … It took another 20 years of dreaming before I became published, but who’s counting? Dreams do come true occasionally, you just have to have the right ones 🙂
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