Crafting stories is fun, sharing them is even better...
Born and raised in Malaysia, I’ve now lived more years in England than my birth country. I got married in England and had my 2 beautiful sons in England.
I owe my love of stories to my dad; he loved reading and was seldom without a book. When I realised how much I enjoyed writing, I started doing so with a vengeance. There were times my writing suffered through the hard times of losing my parents, of getting divorced; but it always helped me re-focus, providing an outlet for my inner turmoil.
Like most children, my first taste of stories came from the smorgasbord of European fairy tales. And I was lucky enough to have the added flavour of Hindu mythological tales. This led to a steady diet of fantasy. From all that foodie reference, you might think that I enjoy eating – and you would be right!
I enjoy reading different genres, but my favourite remains fantasy, with historical fiction a close second – I love history!! The stories I write are heavily influenced by fantasy/fairy tale elements, and Hindu mythology.
Having always read to the boys, I’m happy that they share my love of stories. Both make up their own; Gordon writes fanfiction, and as for some of Liam’s ideas, I wish I’d thought of them! And he ‘stores’ it all in his memory; he doesn’t write any of it down yet has no trouble remembering all the details. I can’t even manage the weekly grocery shop without a list! Jealous? Me??
After spending years trying to find representation and getting nowhere fast, I decided to self-publish, having spent hours and hours researching – my favourite pastime! To date, I’ve published 2 stories, and I’m working on, what I hope will be, a series of fairy tale retellings. My first, ‘The Cursed Gift’, is available as a free ebook on Amazon, Nook, Kobo and iTunes. The second story, ‘Moon Goddess’, has been published in ebook and paperback format and is available from the same stores.
... And Deciding to Live Happy is the Best Thing Ever!
After spending 15 of 26 years of married life making hopeful, wishful excuses, I divorced my alcoholic husband. That was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. But, to my surprise, in those difficult 2 years of the divorce process, I found the courage to respect myself and redeem my low self-esteem; I found the strength to live life on my terms. I admit some days are harder than others, but I’ve had enough of simply existing; I want to live happy.
‘To understand the man, you must first walk a mile in his moccasins’ ~ Native American proverb
I also discovered the strength of my faith. Brought up a Hindu, my belief now mainly encompasses elements of Hinduism, spirituality and the divine feminine. I am continuously grateful to God and the angels for all the blessings in my life; for all the experiences I’ve gone through, which have made me the woman I am today. I know I’ll never regret marrying him for our marriage gave us our lovely children; they’ve, literally, been a godsend, blessing me with their love and support.
I now want to share my story because I’ve realised that going through a painful experience like divorce doesn’t mean we have to get sucked into a dark hole of hate and loathing (even self-loathing), with endless rounds of playing the blame-game. It is possible to choose another way, a better way. It is possible to come out of it, happy and still full of love.