I have been writing on and off for my entire life. Until the last five years, it’s been much more off than on though.
Once I learnt to write, I stole A3 sheets of cartridge paper from school that I’d scribble across, writing my own version of ‘The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe’, or perhaps it was ‘The Magic Faraway Tree.’ I think I remember two or three children who took a railway journey to an old house and were going to have adventures… only I don’t think I ever wrote them. I lost those pages in a house move, and to this day, I am devastated about that. I so wish I could see how silly I was… never mind.
I remember co-authoring my first book with a school friend, Isla. We were aged 10 or 11, and it was about a fairy called Poppy. All I remember about that episode was that I learnt how to write my s’s and t’s slightly differently, thanks to Isla. Oh, and it had pictures! I learnt to draw poppies and lilacs, very badly!
Then a hiatus until high-school, where our English Teacher, Miss Fisher, got our class to start writing a journal in year 8 or 9, and I found a true calling. My journal became my best friend, my confidant, my therapist. In year 10 I won second place in a poetry competition for a poem about the life of my grandfather. And I lost the paper for a much better poem about the death of my grandfather, because I was so scared of the emotions it contained – another catastrophic regret.
Then another hiatus for university and my first job and getting to know how to deal with real life. I always wrote though. A poem here, a scene there, a character sketch, a vignette, a vague plot… but I never finished anything.
And then, in 2008, I decided that my life needed upheaval, so I moved to the UK. I started writing a blog (not this one) which got me into the habit of writing regularly. My mantra for the move was to ‘Say Yes’ to new things, so when I saw a mention somewhere for NaNoWriMo, I said ‘Yes’. And my first novel was born. To date, it isn’t complete, and I can’t even begin to start editing it, for it’s so much of a mess, but it got me hooked. Now, six years later, I have six half-finished books thanks to NaNo, and have learnt so much along the way, I can hardly believe I’m the same person. But I have yet to finish one.
Hence this blog.
I have a story that is 90% there. I want to finish it, polish it, and send it out. I need to Say Yes to kicking this baby out the door and into a few slush piles. But first I have to finish it.
So here is my invitation to the world: Please, kick me, until it’s done!