Smallest Daughter handed me this note with a big smile.
Me: “Oh! You hate me?”
SD: “Is that not how you spell “heart”?”
Me: “Not quite.”
Hello.
When I was small, I didn’t have any friends. Well, I did, but none of them were real.
I didn’t just have imaginary friends, I had imaginary families and communities; there were so many of them rattling around my brain that I couldn’t keep track of them all.
So, I took my favourite notebook and started scribbling down their stories.
I’ve been writing ever since: everything from radio scripts, to computer training manuals and even the odd book.
But, these have always been pieces that other people asked me to write. And I wanted to tell my own stories: the mistakes, the adventures, the tiny triumphs of everyday.
Hello.