I started writing at age twelve. I wrote pages and pages
about a family, my ideal family, based on characters from
TV shows I was watching at the time. But my sisters found
my writings and teased me mercilessly. I put away my
writing for many years.
It wasn't until I was much older and doing the Dip. Arts
(Prof.Writing & Editing) that I began to write short stories,
and my first novel. After that I did a degree majoring in
writing but then life and stuff got in the way so I did not
return to writing every day, until recently.
Now, I'm doing the PWE diploma for the second time
because I can't imagine doing anything else with my days
So far, I've not planned anything I've written. Oh, there
might have been a loose structure but often that structure
will soon have become redundant. I seem to channel what
I write. From where? I do not know. Perhaps, I am simply
removing enough of my judgmental self from the
situation that I can then enjoy a free flow of words, which
I simply type onto the screen before me. Mind you, that is
not to say that there are not screeds of pages that I write
which end up in my Darlings folder. I'm lucky that I have a
fairly good BS detector, which I employ early the next
morning for things I've written the night before.