I’ve never been sure whether to refer to myself as an “emerging” or “aspiring” writer. “Emerging” suggests being on the brink of a stellar career, hovering half-concealed behind the curtain, awaiting the cue to spring forth into the spotlight to the sound of rapturous applause. I don’t think that’s me. “Aspiring” on the other hand carries some element of wishful thinking; hoping, yearning, desiring, but not necessarily acting or achieving.
Neither of those descriptions are quite right for me. I’ve been writing for several years, both fiction and non-fiction, my publication credentials are slender to date, but I’m working on fattening them up, and I’ve almost completed a Masters of Creative Writing at Macquarie University.
My fiction writing has so far been in the form of short stories, excerpts from which I will include on this blog. I’ve recently discovered a love for writing nonfiction and am keen to find outlets for my articles (which will also be on the blog) on a wide range of subjects.
I’ve been a passionate and voracious reader since my grandmother presented me with “Anne of Green Gables“* at the age of one. I’d like to say I read it cover to cover immediately, but it was a bit heavy for my baby hands so I had to wait. So there’ll be lots about books on here as well; what I’m reading, want to read, what’s good and what’s not. If I figure out how to do it, a reading log even.
Speaking of “Anne of GG”, WordPress very helpfully gave me a link when I was writing this to a book called “Looking for Anne: how Lucy Maud Montgomery dreamed up a literary classic” written by Irene Gammell. It’s an investigation of the conception of this red-headed orphan who became so beloved a heroine of girls the world over. That one had better go on the “to read list”.
The best definition I can come up with for a writer is “inspirational”, so if you’re interested, I’d love to take you along with me on my quest to become one of those kinds of writers.
*As my married name is now “Anne Green”, grandma must have been a bit psychic I think. And of course, like my namesake, I believe in the infinite powers of the imagination, and what’s more, I’m an Anne with an “e”.