She was a young mum when she came to Australia with my dad, three children and another on the way. Dad came to work at Monash University and mum looked after the household. A traditional sixties family. Full of dinner parties, Sobranie cigarettes and very dry white wine.
I can be easily derailed where writing is concerned. I usually have a million excuses for not writing, how I feel being at the top of the list. This year I decided to change things up and let my values drive my creativity rather than my feelings.
I have allowed myself to be held back by a lot of things over the years. Usually a lack of one thing and another. You know how it is. Not enough money, lack of confidence, poor self esteem or self belief. Is that the same thing? There are too many to mention. I could play … Continue reading It’s never too late
I sat down to type up my notes about creativity. Then I remembered the date and sat here thinking about my dad.
When I was young all I wanted to do was write. When I wasn’t writing, I was reading.
Every intention I used to make New Year resolutions. Lose forty kilos, save a million dollars, write a Nobel prize winning novel. Then I would feel guilty for failing. Cue my inner critic: 'Well derr.' I have a habit of setting the bar too high. In school I aimed for A+. I was never happy … Continue reading Every Intention
This urge to create might be what some people call ‘the muse.’ I think of it as the creative energy that runs through all living things.
I am easily distracted. I have a vivid imagination and often more ideas than I need in one day.
A little voice in my head kept telling me I was in denial. Maybe I was in denial about being in denial. Perhaps what I thought of as staying in the moment was avoiding reality.
I have always been horse crazy. Coming to Australia I was promised my own horse as incentive to leave Wales. Not that I had a choice. Mary Poppins says it best: ‘That’s a pie crust promise, easily made and easily broken.’
Rhiannon Dowding - Writer 