“If you’re always trying to be normal you will never know how amazing you can be..”

I love Maya Angelou, I have done ever since I read ‘The Colour Purple’ as a teenager. She is such a brilliant writer, such a brilliant poet. This Christmas my children bought me (via their dad of course) a gorgeous little book by Maya Angelou called ‘Mother – A Cradle to Hold Me’. It is a poem written from a child’s perspective about being the centre of your mother’s universe as a baby, through to growing up, via the toddler years, school, adolescence and adulthood. It is beautiful. And it made me cry.

I used to want to be a writer. For years I wanted to be a journalist. I did my work experience at a local radio station, studied English Literature and English Language and applied to study an English Literature degree. Then I changed my mind at the last minute and studied Psychology instead. And that was that.  

I continued to write in my spare time. I took a fictional writing course when we lived in Sydney and I had the time to devote to writing. I guess this blog is part of that writing development process. I still hope that one day, one day, I may actually write a proper piece. Maybe when I retire and I have lived a full life and I have stories to tell. Who knows?

But my literary love affair with Maya Angelou continues….

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you”