I was described as a dreamer, a fantasist, even as the village idiot. I didn't care. What I cared about was convincing people to allow me to go on with my work.
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I was always a dreamer, in childhood especially. People thought I was a little strange.
I never even dreamt of being a writer because I didn't feel allowed. When I was a child I was terribly ambitious, but I didn't know at all what this great thing would become.
They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn't. I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.
I probably revisit in my work the moment at which I realised that dreams couldn't be reality.
I did my homework and didn't go out much, and had a very highly developed kitsch fantasy life where I dreamed of being a dancing girl.
I think I'm a bit of a dreamer. I don't like the reality of life to impinge much on my life.
It took me a long time to even dare to envision myself as a writer. I was very uncertain and hesitant and afraid to pursue a creative life.
I was a great dreamer of day dreams.
I always imagined a writer was someone who lived in an attic in Paris, but my mum instilled in me a belief that I could do anything - so I ended up writing my first novel while working nights as a news reporter.
Dreamers become writers, and for me, being a published writer is a dream come true.
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