Writing on Bunurong and Wurundjeri Land

When I am not writing, I can be found outside playing with my horse, Jack. He has taught me to understand horse language and psychology, which has made me a better human being.

I have written some fantasy stories that live in my bottom drawer, waiting to be finished, and a few children’s stories. I have written and self-published stories for my grandchildren. Stories that tell about how each of them came into the world and stories to explain Christmas from their favourite toy’s point of view. Even one where a favourite toy went off on his own adventure and (spoiler alert) finally found his way home.

In 2020, I did an online course with Jen Storer. I worked on a middle-grade story set in the ’90s in the UK. A group of young friends help preserve Red Kite’s in Wales, reintroduce them to England and Scotland and stumble across a terrorist organization. I wrote the first 8000 words of the story and entered the first 4000 words into a writing competition. One of my goals that year was to enter a writing competition and I felt good to have ticked that off the list. I didn’t win, but what I learned from participating was invaluable.

In the same year, during lockdown, I completed a Junior Fiction Course with Jen Storer. I wrote a story about a young girl and her talking mouse. The story is languishing with the others in the bottom drawer, not quite finished. It seems I have a lot to learn about endings. Like how to write them.

My current work in progress is a story about a young girl and a wild Brumby foal. When I asked for advice about what to do with the plethora of half finished stories I have in my bottom draw, the advice I was given was to just pick one story and get on with it. Finish the damn thing. This is going to teach me more about writing than anything else I have done. So I picked the Brumby story because the plot fell into my lap one day and I know how it ends. This is unusual for me, I usually write until I run out of puff and then make it up as I go along. I’m still in the middle somewhere and it’s not much fun. Everyone around me is getting published and I am looking everywhere for a reason not to finish this story.

I write a blog, here on WordPress, to give my inner critic something to whinge about, then while she’s distracted, the creative writing happens. That’s the plan anyway. Often I end up drawing instead. I’m not an illustrator, I like to draw, and during lockdown, I discovered it zones me out.

My short story styled memoir, ‘Becoming Rhiannon‘ is available free on the iTunes store. Click on the link for your free copy.

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