You can totally tell I wrote that heading myself huh? Well, I was trying to make myself sound cooler than I actually am. The truth of the matter is, I'm really not all that fabulous or exciting. I'm a regular Aussie housewife and mummy. My husband is 6"4 of amazing and we have three little minions aged 11, 7 & 6. We are also the parents of two dogs, three cats, two birds, two dozen chickens, five sheep and two poddy calves. We live on three and a half acres, and we're gradually turning it into a mini farm of sorts. (My dream is alpaca's... I'm trying to convince my husband...)
Before I became the PJ wearing goddess I am today, I worked as a checkout chick, a hairdresser, a receptionist, a butchery assistant and a market stall holder. I made and sold jewellery, a skill my grandmother passed on to all her granddaughters, a skill I will pass on to my daughter. I was never truly happy in any of those fields. But I slugged it out because that's what adults do. After I had my second child, I fell pregnant with my third just three months later. So there was no going back to work for me. During my pregnancies I began reading, something I NEVER did before. I quickly fell in love with books, romance books to be specific.
During my last pregnancy I started thinking about writing a book of my own. I've always had an excellent imagination and I wanted to put it to use. I just didn't have the confidence to actually put pen to paper. None the less, the ideas kept swirling around in my head.
One day I was talking to my besties about wanting to become an author some day. That day changed my life forever. I couldn't ask for better, or more supportive friends than these two girls. They encouraged me to just dive in and go after my dream.
I finally started my first book at the beginning of 2013. It didn't take long to realise that writing wasn't a simple task. But I kept at it.
And kept at it.
And kept at it.
That brings us to today. I have trouble balancing my domestic goddess duties with my over-active imagination, and every now and then my husband blows a gasket and pulls me back to reality and the mountains of folding growing on my couch.
That's me really. See, nothing fabulous but a whole lot determined.