I live in Sydney, Australia, and sometimes on the Central Coast of NSW. From the age of eight, I wanted to be a writer. When I stood up in grade 3, and said “When I grow up, I want to be an authoress, like Ethel Turner ” [she wrote Seven Little Australians], the whole class, including the teacher, laughed their heads off. Admittedly, this put me off the idea of being a writer for the next twenty years or so, although I always scribbled in secret.
For several years I worked as a language teacher of academic English, then became an editor, mostly of tertiary students’ theses. Lately I’ve aspired to my original vocation, and instead of editing other people’s work, I’m giving my left brain a rest, and returning to my first love, creative writing.
Since turning my attention from others’ writing to my own, I’ve discovered how easy it is to disappear into another world, peopled by my characters and their lives. On the other hand, I’ve found that few people take one seriously as a writer: the phone still rings (or buzzes, when I remember to switch it to silent) the bills still mount up, and a looming deadline is no excuse for missing a social occasion. Yet every day I’m filled with gratitude, that life has given me this chance to do what I’ve always wanted to do – write.
My other interests, besides the main one of writing and reading, are sailing (very occasionally) Yoga (see my post on same) travel (see posts on Darwin, NT, ) and movies, including all the film festivals I can get to. I also collect elephants (not live ones, although I love them too).