“Find your passion”
…and you will find there truly is never enough hours in the day to tend to it. Or just have kids and words like passion and time become punch lines. Oh how I laugh.
Out of Her Tree House came about many years ago when I was telling a colleague about my crazy life in the forest our family had just embarked on.
“There’s a blog right there,” she remarked, and the rest is history.
It’s taken me a few years to get the gist. It started as an occasional record for our new home, shifting briefly to a ‘mummy blog’ and then a large hiatus of nothing.
Cue my sobriety at the beginning of 2018 and it flooded out like a tap in all its creative, cathartic, therapeutic glory.
Writing is the easy bit. Reigning the batshit crazy mess in for readability is the struggle!
This is a mish-mash of a blog. A lot of the posts will resonate with some and sound like utter nonsense to others. I’m a writer at heart so they are lengthy, wordy, self-indulgent, reflective and woefully waffly. I’ve tried to keep them at the more acceptable range of 800 words but seem to fail with every attempt. Apologies to the modern scroller. Feel free to swipe whatever way you please.
When I gave up drinking this became a place to mind dump and re-learn how to write, communicate, tell stories and heal. There is much ranty nattering, much random WTFckery?!
Expect a scattering of writing samples from writers group exercises – fiction, fantasy, poetry, sections of work in progress, research, character outlines, raw real life stuff; my writing journey and all its struggles, confusions and triumphs, competition bomb outs, appreciation and love letters and a general decluttering of my life and my past in order to get a hold on writing as my full time future.
I hope none of it breaks your brain.
I could do this every day for the rest of my life and this is where it starts.
If you get a take away or a giggle – then it’s all worth it.