In early primary school my teachers were amazed by my art skills; my drawings were very detailed for my age. I'd use my toys to create stories as well. I pretended our house was a faraway land of vast plains, mountains, rivers and kingdoms in the sky.
I was discovering a wonderful passion inside me, and expressing it with the resources I had available to me as a child.
Yet amidst my emerging talent, my early childhood was challenged with learning difficulties. When I was nine I was diagnosed with epilepsy, and the medication I was prescribed made me drowsy and dulled my thinking. I fell asleep in school and at home I had to be reminded to complete simple daily tasks like brushing my teeth.
Although my health improved once I stopped taking the medication, I was by this stage extremely shy and self-conscious, and struggled to build friendships. I'd come home from school each day and spend hours in my bedroom, drawing pictures and writing a few simple sentences underneath each picture. It was an escape for me, something I could do well aside from all the things it seemed I couldn't do well.
Not everyone has been supportive of my writing passion. Family members who I thought at the time should support me told me that writing wasn't a sustainable career choice. I'll never forget the day I was told, "Only the best writers get published.' I thought, 'Don't you believe I could be one of them?' It was difficult to hear, yet I stayed true to my passion and didn't let anyone destroy my dream of becoming a successful writer. I chose only to listen to those people who encouraged me, including my mum.
I left school at year ten, and by age seventeen I'd completed a correspondence writing course. By my eighteenth birthday I had written several short stories and rough novel manuscripts. My mum tirelessly helped me with re-reads and editing. When I started winning places in competitions, I engaged an editor and several good friends who read my work and give me feed back.
The world is my playground when it comes to writing. I often find myself coming up with creative, poetic descriptions about people on the train, and places and objects I see throughout the day. Some of my short stories revolve around people experiencing a unique moment in their lives, and others are more suspenseful. Sometimes the story may be inspired by a minor character I see in a movie, and I think that their story would be interesting to explore on its own.
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