The Creative Corner Blog

Some people might think because I write for kids that I get off lightly with the work that has to be done. But let me tell you, this is far from the truth. I have been writing for around 20 years. In that time, I have written 70,000 words of a novel that I still haven't finished, due to getting myself completely stuck with plot. I have written a 75,000-word memoir entitled "Oh My God, I'm A lesbian!" which I spent a year sending out to agents before deciding to turn it into my first hour stand - up comedy show. I did change the title to "Who Let the Dyke Out?" I ended up performing this show 15 times across NSW and Melbourne. I had the highs of receiving nominations for awards and the lows of standing and performing the show to just the sound guy. And none of this was as hard as writing my first children's picture book.

I've been struggling a bit this week, and I didn't really understand why? But when I sat down and started to really think about it, I realised that I was mourning. I was mourning the loss of a great creative. Someone who I admired and wanted to emulate (at least when I was young). Someone whom I thought was a force of nature, with an energy that seemed completely unstoppable.