My life has been a roller coaster of nursing, living, laughing, crying and loving. I play every key on the 'piano of life' with gusto--and that's how I write.
I was born in the Chinese Year of the Horse.Early in life I found that being born in the Year of the Horse didn’t mean horses liked me.Perhaps because I wasn’t Chinese.Perhaps I should have been born in the Australian Year of the Kangaroo.My paternal grandmother called me ‘skippy’, so maybe there was a cosmic mistake.
Every other girl fell in love with horses at about 10.Not wanting to be left out, I joined the craze.Having proved to be an excellent tree-climber and accomplice on my older brother’s escapades (usually on the back of some hotted-up motorbike or ‘bush-basher’) I thought horse riding would be a snack.In my fertile imagination I could picture myself flying gracefully over fences like Elizabeth Taylor in the film National Velvet.I flew over fences; unfortunately minus the horse!
I persevered valiantly but it was a love affair that ended, as many do, with regret, recrimination and wounded pride.Finally a horse that I had tried to gently goad into actually movingtrod on me after throwing me to the ground.I was winded.Some said it was the first time since learning to talk that I was speechless.
With my horse riding dreams in tatters I settled on becoming a writer and made plans to circulate my own newspaper in the local neighbourhood.However, I was short one printing press.Undeterred by this small detail I commandeered my nearby cousins to rewrite my ‘articles’ by hand so that there would be lots of copies to distribute.They were very poor employees and after I explained the job description to them, ran home shouting, “Get lost!” This was a phrase I would hear again through life.
I then decided to be a nurse.Bandaids were in plentiful supply at our house so I ran around the schoolyard applying bandaids to hapless students who fell off the monkey bars.That career choice seemed to ‘take’ a little better.
Now, after nursing for 20 or so years, I have decided to write again.I have written a non—fiction manuscript, ‘Don’t Be Stupid, Mum!’I have also written and illustrated four children’s stories and many short stories.I’m working on a romantic comedy and a novella addressing grief, teenagers and relationships and am looking for someone more co-operative than my reluctant cousins to publish more of my stories. I have one book published and several on the way—all at the same time, of course!!