According to my late father, I could write at three years old. Which, maybe, means that at almost four, I could scribble my name and some other letters I found pretty. But since I can’t ask him to clarify, I’ll just run with it.
I’ve been writing since I was three years old.
Makes me feel special, even if I think it’s some kind of lie. What I know is true is that I’ve always loved to read, and even write. I was one of those kids who would be looking forward to writing essays in school. Those were my jam!
Now, forty-something years later (I’m a lady), that love is still very much alive. Between then and now, I’ve been a responsible adult, I’ve worked and haven’t written all that much. Still managed to send in a short story and win first prize in the Voir magazine’s annual short story contest many, many years ago. In French, too.
Now that I don’t work anymore (health troubles), I have more time to dedicate to writing. And I’ve done it, delved in the world of fanfiction, which helped me a whole lot make my English writing much better. Well… I think it did.
I feel ready to write my own stories, with my own characters. If you’re into that sort of things, just go and take a look in the “Short Stories” post category on this very site.
Also, once upon a time, I tried to write and maintain a blog: Rambunctious Neurons. And I suck at that. And the reason I can’t have a job anymore rears its ugly head whenever I try to establish some semblance of routine. It just won’t work. So I write when I can, when both my body and mind give me some respite.
But you can still read those blog posts if you’d like. I will use that portion of the site to give out news about my writing and whatever else I feel like telling you, guys.
If you like my stuff and would like to know whatever is happening with my writing, just hit that subscribe button. I promise not to hassle you with countless emails. Just when something happens shall you hear from me.