: About Me

A wee introduction of Who, How & Why?

I write for fun and have secretly enjoyed doing so for over thirty years. I joined a creative writing group within Ayr Action for Mental Health in 2001, and before two weeks had passed, I somehow or another became the Facilitator of the group.

Possessing no recognised educational qualifications, or any qualifications at all to do with English literature, albeit my life of capturing events by using the only tools I have, pen, paper and a vivid imagination. At first I felt I would do the group an injustice, as facilitating a writing group, let alone a group of writers who had been together for twelve years, had never been part of my life itinery.
But onwards and upwards as the saying goes!

Two years later the AAMH help to arrange for me to attend an Arvon Foundation Writers Course- Course 41, Moniack Mhor, Inverness-shire.

Whilst on this course I read my first book of poems, by any author! The book was 'A Collection of Poems' by Hugo Williams, who by coincidence was the tutor of Course 41.

I chose one of the poems from the book to translate into my own Scots-Ayrshire tongue.
Hugo fully approved of my cheeky parody and after reading some of my own works, called me a natural with words', He prompted me to get more serious with my attitude to writing.
Although it may have seemed at the time that I wasn't listening I was

And here it is.

My passion is ...

animals and pets

I know too much about ...

nothing, but a little about everything

My parents always told me ...

be yourself

My childhood ambition ...

was to join the Royal Navy

My favorite memory ...

is plagued by too many bad memories

Why I write ...

its fun, but serious enough to make me think

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

daily paper/the TV/rockabilly music

My first job ...

car wash

My best moment ...

the birth of my children

My inspiration ...

is life

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fantasy

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Forced to Enforce in the Frozen Lands: Behind the light of the shining moon, the blade, from the crescent handled dagger, glistens into the face of the Countess of Coldness. Her expressions show the turmoil, and unexpectations she has gained from life making her, one of the unhappiest in all of womankind. Her silken robes envelope the body that once inspired Kings, Noblemen, and Heathens alike she was their one desire. Until, That inevitable day beckoned when she was transcribed to be the chosen one but why me, she asked? Why should I be the one Forced to Enforce in the Frozen Lands?

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