Excuse the strange title, but it sums up how I feel about this particular musing.
It's probably both the hardest and easiest blog I've written.
The headline is that this week marks ten years to the day since my first novel was published.
The hard part of this is trying to find the words to express what writing has meant for my life.
Enormous personal pride at the challenge I set myself, and seeing it through.
Everything I've learnt about writing and the world since.
The amazing places I've travelled, talking about my books.
The incredible people I've met on the way.
The rediscovery of my passion for teaching.
The people that's allowed me to help, young and old, to fulfil their ambitions, whether to become journalists or authors.
The learning of the great art of public speaking.
The kingdoms of writing I've explored, from novels to short stories, plays to pantomimes, radio comedy to social media.
The buzz writing has brought to my life, as every day I think about a new story to write, or character to create, or way to teach.
The discovery of a lifelong friend, who will keep me challenged and stimulated for all my days.
I could go on and on, but I think you've probably got the picture and I don't want to bore you.
It's not a happy ten years anniversary, but a dizzyingly brilliantly delightful one.
The strange title of this blog, the easiest part of all, just seems to sum it up -
Woo hoo and wow!