When I was 8 years old I wrote my first story. A tale about an old man who brought colour into a world of black and grey. I wrote it for my baby brother who was born that same year. To this day I have not read it to him. He is now 10 years old.
A few months later I began my first novel. It was about the end of the world. I started with nothing, no plot, no ideas, just a blank page and my mind. It's safe to say that after setting the scene and creating the characters, I got a little lost. I didn't know what I was writing about, and so I put that story away and I started another.
I started writing for many reasons. I was always a creative kid. I'd sit myself down and do craft for hours, always making something or drawing something or pretending I was something else. Falling into writing as I got a little older as a child felt like natural course. I went from pretending to writing, because when I wrote a story I could do almost the same thing. We weren't be TV watchers at home when I was a kid. Writing was just a source of entertainment for me. There was a big age gap between my siblings and I, so for a long time I was an only child with parents who worked full time. I have no complaints about my childhood, I was surrounded always by love and support. My mum was big on encouraging me to find ways to keep myself busy and so I did. My mum was a creative, I watched her, I learned from her, and now I'm one too.
Currently writing The Chronicles of the Runaway Queen: Escape to Danger (Book One)
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- JoinedApril 30, 2013