I love music and I’ve played the violin since I was seven years old. I’m now pretty good at it and I’ve often wondered whether I could have been a professional musician IF I had concentrated on music only, forsaking all other pursuits, and IF I had chosen a different instrument. Yes, I play and love the violin. But what if I was really “meant” to be a cellist, or bassist or oboe player? What if the problem hasn’t been commitment or even talent, but that simply, I made the wrong choice?

Now let’s think about teaching. In the past, I had concentrated on teaching school age children. I then started to focus more on teenagers.  For  a while, my specialty seemed to be teenagers with learning difficulties. I still do teach teenagers when I’m running my workshops in Cambodia. But back in the UK, my teaching now is more focused on the university and post-graduate level. I think I’ve worked well with all these ages. I certainly know I’ve always enjoyed any teaching, wherever I’ve done it. But after all these years, should I be choosing to establish myself more firmly on one educational level? At the moment I seem to be settling into University teaching more and more, but what am I giving up by doing that?

And of course, and perhaps most importantly, there’s my writing. I write novels. I write poetry. I occasionally write short stories and I have several plays out making the rounds. Lately, I’ve started to write more and more articles for magazines. And there’s the blog. I know many writers write across genres and I have always felt that one sort of writing nourishes and expands the other. But when I take the time to reflect on it all, I still find myself wondering what if? What if I only wrote novels? What if I was purely a poet? If I dedicated myself solely to the theatre, would my name now be in lights on the marque of The Royal Court?

If someone else was asking me these questions, I know what my answers would be. You write what you need to write in the way you need to write it. The material dictates the format. Don’t fit yourself into a straight jacket of genre. And I know that whenever I think about the prospect of leaving poetry behind, or walking away from the theatre, or never writing another novel, my stomach sinks. And yet, I keep revisiting this question and wondering what I may be giving up by being this jack-of-all-trades.

Please, could you tell me what you think? I’d love some honest advice and new perspectives.