My story......
my earliest memories of writing were my own take on fairy tales, or the book we were supposed to write in school at 11 or 12 and most of the girls were writing about horses and I chose to write about someone who had been kidnapped and managed to escape her kidnappers. I got good marks for that....and who knows one day it might evolve into a full blown novel. Another good memory was being told by a journalist friend of my parents that one day I would be a writer.
I took that to mean I would be a journalist and for most of my high-school years I contemplated journalism....but in all honesty I had enough of the truth and what the big bad world had to offer in my own home I didn't want to write about that....I wanted to write about things that had happy endings of at leastif not entirely happy that the conflict was resolved and everyone went on with their version of happy....or of the wonderful fairytale life of adventure and magic that I would have loved to experience myself....
I didn't go on to study journalism, or go onto any further studies what-so-ever(university is not the same down-under as it is in the US where so many kids go to college)..... most kids only go on if they want to pursue certain career paths like teachers, doctors, lawyers etc etc...to go just for the sake of studying, socialising etc is done yes....but for the majority of kids once they leave high-school are out in that big bad world in search of jobs)
...anyway I digress...I decided that my next biggest passion maybe my biggest at the time....to travel was more important than writing...I worked a couple of jobs to get overseas....(and to be honest I haven't been back to New Zealand in nineteen years....it helps that most of my family moved over to Australia so this was the logical choice in countries to come to when my soujourn in Europe was over-six years later) Anyway the most writing I did was very very long detailed letters home, and the occasional journal entry.....damn I could have done with a laptop and blogging in those days....)I met my husband in England, did more traveling, even had my first child there....then moved to Australia where we set up home and had three more....and all the time in the background I knew that I had stories inside that I was ready to tell....and still have....now to just committ them to paper and get them out there for all the world to see
I took that to mean I would be a journalist and for most of my high-school years I contemplated journalism....but in all honesty I had enough of the truth and what the big bad world had to offer in my own home I didn't want to write about that....I wanted to write about things that had happy endings of at leastif not entirely happy that the conflict was resolved and everyone went on with their version of happy....or of the wonderful fairytale life of adventure and magic that I would have loved to experience myself....
I didn't go on to study journalism, or go onto any further studies what-so-ever(university is not the same down-under as it is in the US where so many kids go to college)..... most kids only go on if they want to pursue certain career paths like teachers, doctors, lawyers etc etc...to go just for the sake of studying, socialising etc is done yes....but for the majority of kids once they leave high-school are out in that big bad world in search of jobs)
...anyway I digress...I decided that my next biggest passion maybe my biggest at the time....to travel was more important than writing...I worked a couple of jobs to get overseas....(and to be honest I haven't been back to New Zealand in nineteen years....it helps that most of my family moved over to Australia so this was the logical choice in countries to come to when my soujourn in Europe was over-six years later) Anyway the most writing I did was very very long detailed letters home, and the occasional journal entry.....damn I could have done with a laptop and blogging in those days....)I met my husband in England, did more traveling, even had my first child there....then moved to Australia where we set up home and had three more....and all the time in the background I knew that I had stories inside that I was ready to tell....and still have....now to just committ them to paper and get them out there for all the world to see
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