: About Me

I have lived or visited almost every state of Australia and love to travel.I have only ventured overseas once, but the travel bug has truly bitten and I plan on seeing Europe very soon.

I'm a highly social person and am fascinated by the life stories of everyday Australians. A hobby of mine is to sit in a busy place and people watch.
I'm a teacher, a writer, a musician and a single mum.
I have been writing since I was a little girl and began writing more seriously in 2001. I have written 2 picture story books, and have begun a novel and a children's book. I write poetry because I really cant help not writing it!
Sometimes I worry that as our children grow up with such rapidly changing technology the love of the written word will wane. It's my hope to inspire a love of the magic of reading and writing in my own children.

My passion is ...

literature, music and art

I know too much about ...

nothing... you can never know too much about anything... part of the fun in life is constantly learning

My parents always told me ...

if you eat that it will go straight to your bum!

My childhood ambition ...

to be a jockey! Strange but true....

My favorite memory ...

the day that my children were born.

Why I write ...

because I can't not write. I write as an obsession, almost as if possessed!

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

Ann Rice, Dan Brown, Tara Moss, Bryce Courtenay, Lauren Child and usually Play Scool or the Wiggles!

My first job ...

checkout chick - never again! I vow to always treat those girl/guys with respect 'cos they do it tough.

My best moment ...

when I first had the courage to send my work to a publisher! Of course it was rejected... but it was the first time I felt like a 'real writer'.

My inspiration ...

life, love, people, the world around me, when everything goes wrong and of course my kids.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pregnancy

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Empty Arms She is scarred And aching She is alone In her wanting Her yearning to fill her empty womb empty arms empty heart Consumes her mind Erodes her soul Fatigues her spirit Her body has failed her She cannot fulfill her duty Her desire As a woman The aching The wanting The need Will persist Until she hears The blessed sound Of a tiny beating heart Until she holds In her empty arms A tiny miracle That means so much to her

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