In primary school I loved writing ‘compositions’. These creative writing exercises had me lost in language. In Year 5 or 6 I wrote something about ‘relieving a present of its paper’ and it earned the comment, ‘… as if it were a living a thing.’ I enjoy words. For many years I kept journals.
Over the years most of my writing was of programs for classroom delivery! Later, a short stint in project management had me writing para legal documents. It wasn’t until I stepped away from the classroom that the juices began to flow in creative writing. Time to let thought distill, time to reflect, time to write – and here I am!
One day, I was visiting my mother in the central West Aussie wheatbelt where it dawned on me that her cases and trunks of family history are a treasure trove of writing ideas! Letters, photos and memorabilia from the 1800’s onward serve as a springboard for my venture into historical fiction. My current novel – hopefully a trilogy – was triggered by one photo from the stash.
Coupled with my love for words, I also really love photography. I explore poetry and fiction. When I write I am ‘at home’ with who I am. If I am not writing I fall apart!