A World Of My Own

From what seems like a lifetime ago, I always wanted to write. I didn't grow up in a family of readers or writers, but due to being a lonely child, I surrounded myself with stories and used them to lose 'me' in, whenever possible.

Although the youngest child, as far as siblings go, I was never quite 'one of them' and quickly learned to entertain myself.

It started with Enid Blyton's 'The Faraway Tree' books. I still remember how excited I was to get home from anywhere, run to my bedroom, and belly down on my bed, climb as high as I could. Magic!

I journeyed through 'The Wishing Chair' and 'The Famous Five' and realised the world of books was never-ending.

School came and went, not nearly fast enough I might add, and before I knew it, I was a mother. I got to relive all that childhood fantasy over again, through the wondrous, amazingness of my son.

So fast-forward to 2017. An idea for a story started to poke at my brain so I wrote, scribbled and jotted, and then it stopped, so I set it aside. The advice is to do something else until inspiration strikes again, and that is when the poems began. I go back and to between ideas, adding the parts that arrive out of the blue, and build as I go. I build my family of words and I publish myself on because I can't wait forever, to fit into what someone else wants me to be as a writer. This is me, these are my words and they're important enough to me, for now, to be their time.

So, let's see where this world of my own takes me. I'm ready for the climb.