As well as reading, I am also a prolific writer. Before you start looking for my name on Britain’s Most Published list I have to stop you. Although my dream would be to have some of my picture storybooks for children published the harsh literary world has so far remained unconquered!
I started writing a long time ago. Like many teenagers, I kept a diary full of angst ridden tales of woe that normally included moans about spots and boys. I did this religiously every day for about 5 years. Thankfully, I had the presence of mind to destroy said diaries when I was having a big clear out before heading to Uni. Some people will be horrified that I threw away these little pieces of history. Believe me, they really weren’t anything to be proud of and I am more than happy that my younger self showed a surprising clarity of thought when deciding to bin them!
Despite this early (and if I’m totally honest) disastrous attempt at writing anything of real merit I wasn’t put off. However, throughout teacher training and then during my career my writing was always done for one audience only…the children. I wrote countless Christmas plays, school assembly stories, poems and songs for the children in my care. And sometimes, I was asked to write things for other classes too. If you needed a poem about Outer Mongolian Tribal dances, I was the go to poet in the staff room! The question I was often asked was – “where do you get your ideas?”