The simple answer to this question is that I cannot not write. From the early age of around five years young i thought it was a good time to write my biography. Of course, i did not get very far, only having lived a few short years, I didn’t have much to say. Except for the fact i found myself being able to remember day by day what had happened to me.
In my last year of Primary school I entered a poem that I created into our annual school magazine. As the magazine was open to all grades from three to six, entries had to be outstanding. Needless to say, mine did not reach the grade. However it was published in the Charlie Chuckles Corner of the Sunday Telegraph the following year.
The funny thing is that I did not enter my poem myself, however a friend of mine did so on my behalf. I was super excited when she came to school showing me the clipping of my very humble first poem.
The same year of high school another friend introduced me to the joy of writing poetry. She was more polished compared to me when it came to rhyming her lines. I explained my poems as ‘free for all’ and while each poem had stanzas of four lines, they did not rhyme. It didn’t seem to matter as they made a great deal of sense to everyone who read them. I continued on this path throughout my high school years.
Though it was my journalling that really made the difference for me as a writer. Being able to express myself in words was a most gratifying experience. It kept me sane in what I termed an insane world. Where other students were writing of grief, death and love, I tried writing my feelings as well as observations of my friends, school teachers and family. It all made sense to me and the words continued to flow.
It was after school that I decided I would sit down and write a book. The first book I began was titled “Manifesting in Australia” and was what I hoped would become synonymous with the Great Australian Yarn. I have most of it recorded on my computer in a folder along with all of my other incomplete stories to finish ‘one day’. For now, I am consumed with some Fantasy novels and have the outline of at least six of them to complete as soon as possible.
Having been diagnosed and treated for Breast Cancer five years ago, I found another reason to continue living. To write. I have a dream of living to 100 and hope to complete one book for the remaining years I have in this mortal coil. Right now I am happy and healthy and see my dream of Manifesting in Australia as being quite different to that which I first thought about.
I hope you will follow me as I continue to write, blog, and write some more.