Writing, at its best, is a lonely life, Ernest Hemingway wrote in his speech accepting the Nobel Prize for literature. I’ve always admired Hemingway. I think he is one of the best writers. His prose might have had a bad effect on imitators. His short sentences and lack of adverbs and descriptors have been too much imitated but that doesn’t detract from the brilliance of his writing.
But I disagree with him. Writing is not a lonely business. I couldn’t do it without the support and encouragement of others from the cups of coffee and cups of tea to the encouragement I get when people tell me how much they enjoyed reading Open to All. Without that support I couldn’t do it.
I took time and trouble writing my acknowledgement at the end of the book and I hope that people read that last piece and take time to remember that writing a book is not a solitary pursuit. Writing only happens because of the support of others.