I've been wondering about the inextricable link between writing and reading. In the art of reading and writing is it:
a) the only people who read anymore, are writers… OR
b) today's readers are the undiscovered writers of tomorrow…
My origins begin with reading. From a young age, I've been an avid reader. As a young girl (can't remember the exact age… we're talking a long time ago…), I can remember reading the Anne Of Green Gables series – well most of it, anyway.
Anne of Green Gables, Anne Of Avonlea, Anne Of The Island, Anne Of Windy Willows & Anne's House Of Dreams. I can also remember Louisa May Alcott's Little Women and Good Wives. There have been countless other books in the same vein…
For as long as I can remember, my mother subscribed to the Readers Digest direct mail service. I remember the stacks of Reader's Digest Condensed Books, the series of hardcover anthology collections. Each volume contained several current best-selling novels in the abridged version. Now when I think about it, even though there was a limited budget, my mother always had money to purchase these books.
There are 2 Reader's Digest books that fostered my love of words.
You can imagine that, when Christmas arrived, it wasn't difficult to choose my gift… In my teens, I can remember receiving a Girls Annual almost every year and looked forward to my Bunty or Sandie book – sometimes it was the Bumper Edition… which was even more exciting!
To cut a long story short, the writing bug lay dormant for a long time, and only hit me later in life, and it started with non-fiction. I only attempted fiction about one year ago. I have to admit a life-long fixation with the phrase: "… perched precariously on the edge of a cliff…" I've never shared this before, but when I was in my teens, I imagined that my great work of fiction would begin with this phrase or it would be included somewhere in the story. At that stage, it had a certain aural appeal… a definitive ring to it… To date, I don't think I've used the phrase yet…
And that about wraps up my simple beginnings… not a very glamorous or earth-shattering revelation… just a love of words, a desire to write, a sense of frustration when writing plans are thwarted and a feeling of contentment when doing so!