For the past ten years I have written an average of a million words a year, and none of them have truly been my own. Websites, project proposals, white papers, business correspondence, instruction manuals, newsletters, software help files, FAQs, Master’s theses, tender specifications, medical journal articles, commercial brochures, contracts, text and labels for everything from museums to spas to campgrounds and even public toilets, grant requests, press releases, even speeches by CEOs of major international corporations and leaders of nations… “Not your own?” you ask. Indeed, I’m a translator. I have had the itch to write something creative for, well, forever. Every time I start, though, I realize there are so many aspects of creative writing I know so little about. That has led me to writingforums, where I have been lurking for the past week. Reading the reviews and instructional pieces has, in a way, made it even harder to get started, in part because I am daunted by the talent on display in some of the writing and in part because the mountain in my mind seems to be rising as I am continuously confronted with new aspects (of writing fiction) I had not given much consideration to. So, here I am, standing at the water’s edge, thinking about how cold it probably is, if the bottom will be slimy and whether there are any creepy crawlies under the surface waiting to pull me down. You might have guessed that I am not really big on being pushed; a few words of encouragement might be helpful though.