My Writing Journey So Far

Somewhere back home my mum has kept the first book I wrote. Several sheets of pink paper stapled together with my childish writing and drawings messy on the pages. I presume at primary school we did some form of creative writing but I don’t remember it much. At eight my parents started homeschooling us andContinue reading “My Writing Journey So Far”

I think I am a writer

I started as a reader. I would begin to read when I woke up, read while eating, while making my bed and continue multi-tasking in this way for the major part of the day. Then I morphed into a thinker, a seeker of truth and often an overthinker. I like telling stories though they frequentlyContinue reading “I think I am a writer”