I have been writing poetry and stories since I was a child, and a love of reading was instilled in me from an early age. I am passionate about writing, and hope you enjoy the books I have written. Whilst most of you sleep soundly in your beds, like many Parkinson’s patients, insomnia dictates, so during those hours that sleep eludes me, the house is tranquil and quiet, an atmosphere perfect to immerse myself in writing. My life has been a series of strange events, which have without doubt contributed to my creativity. To publish anything is to bear one’s soul to the world. It is to stand naked and let everyone see who you really are. I have poured my heart and soul out on paper and I hope to share this journey, immersing you in a story, capturing your attention and firing the imagination. Through my writing and public speaking I hope to bring greater awareness to the general public about living with chronic disease.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Read and relax
There is nothing I like better than perusing at leisure a bookshop with rows upon rows of tempting books. Better still are the book shops which have a café on their premises, what a wonderful combination of simple pleasures. Sitting in a comfortable armchair feels familiar and welcoming like an old friend, as I ritually run my hand over the latest book purchased. Opening a new book the spine creases as I begin to read, turning each page, crisp clean paper beneath my fingers, I am filled with anticipation of what lies within. If a book is good, I lose track of time and my surroundings fade as I am immersed in the story. I think anyone who loves reading will agree that as you near the end of a great book, you almost don’t want it to finish, wishing the experience to continue just a little longer. I was a ferocious reader, but in recent years, my concentration levels have diminished and my eyesight is not good - thanks to Parkinson’s! making it a tremendous effort to read a long novel. I am sad to say that I now stick to reading shorter stories, but continue to write like there’s no tomorrow!
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