My first writing memory dates back to when I was around 8 years old and feverishly re-writing the Nancy Drew novel I’d just read. Once I began writing, I didn’t stop. I wrote stories, the beginnings of novels, journals. Writing was a compulsion, something I felt I had to do. That all changed a few years ago when my mother became terminally ill and for four years, I couldn’t write a word. Nor could I read. Words just left me. So I began to paint, recapturing the love of drawing that also began when I was a child. But when my mother died, I slowly began to write again. Now I’m writing more than I’ve ever written before and I still paint, in acrylics.
In the last couple of years, I’ve had some success in writing competitions, had short stories published and began to blog. I’ve never felt more inspired creatively. And after many years of lapsing in and out of practising witchcraft I’ve found that re-visiting that path has also enhanced my creativity. I find inspiration in nature, the coastline and the turn of the seasons. You’ll find writing about all of those things and creativity in general here.
I hope you enjoy reading my posts and I’d love to hear what you have to say about your own creative life.