A couple of years ago, my husband came home and announced that we had sold our business. Whilst this was great news, we now faced the prospect of an early retirement. I was 42. There is no better motivation for change than the prospect of husband and wife facing each other, over coffee each morning, with little to talk about. I imagined conversations like:
Me: ‘What have you got planned today?’
Me: Over lunch, ‘How’s the sandwich?’
Me: At dinner, ‘How was your day?’
I had to do something. I was online in a flash; a creative writing course! Sure that sounds good, I could construct an email, write a letter and birthday messages were my specialty. I made the call to the local university (geography is important), and within a week I was sitting in my first writing and editing class. I had to sort my adverbs from my adjectives, and my subject had to agree with my verb. I had to write stories, plays and poems. I learnt that show, don’t just tell is not just a childhood game. And then, God forbid, I had to write a blog.
So here it is: my little blog about life beyond my picket fence. It’s not perfect (my life, writing, or grammar), but I openly share stories of love, life, loss and laughter. I hope to elicit a smile along the way. This blog started at school but the stories have taken me outside the classroom, into a space where I can connect with many wonderful readers and writers. Thanks for reading, and also for sharing, your wonderful stories. And please let me know if my subject disagrees with my verb!
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