It was 1986, healing Primary 5 at St. Anthonys Primary school and Miss Glen was my teacher. Or Concorde as we called her. Poor woman did have a rather unfortunate hook of a nose. She called me to the front of the class and asked me to explain to her and everyone else what the word ‘array’ meant. It wasn’t that she didn’t know. She just didn’t believe that at the age of 8 I had genuinely tapped into the creative side of my brain to describe a rainbow as an ‘array of colours across the sky’ in my poem about pollution for my competition entry to be the West Lothian Young Writer of the Year. Pah!
I showed her, and bagged that title.
Twenty something years on, and I still love to write. I have 7 chapters of a novel sitting on an old laptop that I vow to return to one day. For now though, this blog – about the thrills and spills and ups and downs of being a mum, and a working one at that – will satisfy my need to write in a similar way to the strange satisfaction that comes from pushing your tongue against a wobbly tooth.
I do hope you enjoy.