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.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Two of a kind
Meeting with a friend and fellow author yesterday, was as always an enjoyable and refreshing interlude. Sharing much in common, both of us being driven by our respective campaigns that take up much of our daily lives; joining forces, it’s a wonderful energetic exchange of thoughts and ideas. We have both come up against similar issues being somewhat in the public’s eye, and writing from personal experience about topics, that let’s face it, most of us would rather not know or think about, can on occasion catch people off guard. Writing about one’s personal life with the intention of letting the world read what you have to say, takes strength of conviction. Hoping that someone somewhere who is struggling with the same issues will gain comfort and support, realising they are not alone, is the sole reason for baring one’s soul. There is no gain – merely the reward of feeling that one is contributing something of value and purpose, and not wasting life on immaterial self-centred concerns of our modern day world. Speaking for those who cannot speak; writing about topics that most cringe about, laying everything on the table for open and honest discussion, is what we do best. However, I had to laugh as she walked in carrying the identical handbag to mine; I guess we’re two of a kind!
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