Autobiography sally friday

Kind of ironic since I’ve been avoiding my own story most of my life…

No one gives a shit if I label myself a Writer. Or Story Alchemist. Or Eternal Optimist.

You just want the juice.

But how do I condense my life into a few paragraphs that actually relate to why you’re even here?

Considering I’ve been immersed in stories since I was old enough to escape into their wonder it’s no surprise I now do it for a living (although these days I prefer real stories because what humans are capable of never ceases to amaze me.)

This obsession with the written word came into this life with me. The sort of intuitive writing that makes a six year old scribble cheeky prose under the kitchen table, that can only be refined, not learned.

And refined it has been, which is where the real juice is.

In the tragedy-filled pages of a scruffy journal.

The drunken poetic scrawl on napkins & beer coasters in the far reaches of the outback.

The tear-smudged ink to my best friend after watching her die. The self-loathing and gut-wrenching guilt that came from not knowing how to save her

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Remember, every binge-worthy book was once a scrappy first draft, every profound program was once a hot mess, and every beautiful bio began as a flashing cursor on a blank screen (that just. won’t. stop. taunting.)

It’s so much easier when there’s someone who can bring your words to life.

Someone who understands the energetics of language (if you’ve ever been sucked in by sneaky, manipulative words to buy something from a feeling of lack or inadequacy you know exactly what I mean.)

Someone who can take your words, your story, your scattered ideas and bring it all together without the unnecessary fluff, and still manage to sound exactly like you.

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Emma is finding it hard to come to terms with the death of her husband and so decides to change jobs and goes to work in a garden centre as a trainee florist.

One evening, owners, Betty and Les, ask her to attend a talk Les is giving on the Titanic. Emma starts to wonder about the flowers that might have been on-board and if there was a florist on the ship. This starts an investigation that draws in help from many others and is a floral journey of discovery and recovery. Emma finds that the Titanic was indeed ‘a ship full of flowers’ but she cannot understand why it is she feels such a connection with a stewardess who sailed with her…

‘I was in awe reading this book, wonderfully written, fascinating history and brought with it the scent of all those flowers. A delight for my senses.’ Milly Johnson

A book about how the most unexpected friendships can be forged in the most unlikely of places.

Jo knows she is hiding from her past when she steps in to help look after her uncle’

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