“Be anything but predictable.”
I was born in Adelaide south Australia in the 1980s, a time of big hair, big shoulder pads and big cartoons (He-Man, She-Ra). I grew up on a farm in Victoria, raised by ex-hippy parents, weaned on Pink Floyd, Star Wars and Monty Python.
I began a love affair with reading at an early age thanks to my mother’s own voracious appetite for books. While my school friends were reading about the adventures of the baby sitters club, I was sinking my teeth into Stephen King’s ‘It’… and having sleepless nights as a result; convinced Pennywise was haunting my bedroom.
At the same time, I turned my hand to writing. My first stories were childish experimentation with genre mash-ups (wizards in space springs to mind) and adventure stories until my teenage hormones kicked in and I found dark, morbid poetry. Many-rhyming-words-for-blood later I was still reading and writing, but also a young adult ready to head out into the world and make my mark. My intention; to study literature and linguistics with a philosophy minor on the side. And so I did… for three months until I learnt of those things all adults know to be reality; bills, mortgage and money.
This realization led me to drop out of university and find a job in the Melbourne CBD in junior administration…
And so became my life for the next ten years working in various corporate administrative roles; accounting assistant, para-planner, office manager, client liaison officer… a litany of unfulfilling jobs where my creativity and yearning to write was squelched down into a tiny contained box.
After flailing about in the health and human services sector for a few years, I took the plunge and went back to university, lured by the promise of research and academic writing. I came away from university with a Bachelor of Arts, Rural Social Welfare degree and an even greater desire to write…
…I found case management instead. I bounced around the aged care, disability, mental health, family violence sectors, always helping others, never satisfying that primal yearning within… “Write dammit, write!”
Because at the end of the day; a writer writes.