Dear Zoe

Monday, May 2, 2011
Dear Zoe, so you've come along way from the 16 and a half year old girl you were when I first started to write about you and your exploits, but yet I am still constantly plagued by writers blog and awkward moments with no idea how to go on with your story, which if I do say so, is entirely frustrating. Regards, Me.

P.S. This piece originally started out as a short story and has all but evolved into a novel... I think. Time will tell. It began as a contemporary modern piece and has morphed into a fantasy based loosely on several novels I've read throughout its various incanarnations and inspired completely from a single dream I had.

A New Blog

Sunday, May 1, 2011
Hi all! I have just started this blog as a way to converge all my novel writing ramblings into one better suited place.

And now for a little about me and my writing history.

I began writing at the age of 13. Believe it or not the computer we had at home was installed with Windows 3.1 and the program which I wrote on was not MS Word or MS Works. It was an artsy type program with word processing capabilities. I have and always will have a dislike of Notepad, for its lack of formating and style capabilities.

From there I moved to MS Works and then onto MS Word... brought about by upgrades to my home computer.

Much of my early writing is lost, due to my brilliant but ill fated backup system... again at the time it was all A drive floppy disks. Turns out they are not water compatible and all that remains is a handful of my really early stuff from 1997/1998 and a handful of later stuff that began onwards from 2003. Which was about the time I saw a massive downwards spiral in my ability to churn out short stories really quickly. By 2006 my focus had shifted again with marriage and a son, followed by 3 more children in 2007, 2008 and 2010 respectively. My time to write has grown increasingly few and fair between.

Which is another reason why I find the National Novel Writing Month affair so rewarding. It gives me that much needed time to immerse myself in a passion that I've had for so long. One that not even my husband can truly understand. Because when I was 13/14 it was my only escape from my life, that like most every 13 or 14 year old, was to me, the most horrible time in my life. When I look back as I often do on that time, I have come to understand more clearly the processes and reasons for why I write and have come to understand it's theraputic benefits.

And as always I am rambling. So I will leave this introduction here for now and more on to a different topic....