I'm an aspiring Aussie romance author writing happily-ever-afters with beautiful brokenness, courageous love and faith. Well that’s the plan. It’s all very much a work in progress at the moment.

To say I love reading would be the understatement of the millennium. I consume books like the rest of the population consumes pizza and baked dinners. My best friend has dubbed me the book squirrel because I physically cannot leave a library without borrowing a book despite having a pile of twenty waiting at home for me to read. And yes I have photographic evidence of this. The pile of books that is, not me dressed as a squirrel checking books out of the library.

Music is also very important to me and I would love to play in a band. Sadly I freeze when playing music in front of people, so I think I’d best stick to writing stories. This means the drummer in me will have to be content with playing along to the radio at traffic lights. And sometimes on the straight stretches of road in between. Oh, and I would love to drive a truck. Just once. Just to see what it feels like.

I’m a hopeless romantic living a beautifully broken happily-ever-after with my very own hero who swept me off my feet while driving a Pajero, rather than riding a horse, sadly. I guess a girl can’t have everything, right? 26 years later he’s still the one whose hand I want holding mine, so I’ll cut him some slack on the no horse thing.

I’m also a mum!!! Excuse the exclamation marks. For a VERY long time I didn’t know if I would ever get to say that sentence, so it’s kind of super important to me. Our little person is one of my biggest fans. Already I have been awarded two hand-crafted medals for being the “very very very best author”. Sigh. If only…

At times the adventure to one day become a published author looks overwhelming. But in those moments I’m reminded of some wise words my mum gave me years ago when I was a seriously strung-out honours student wrestling with the task of writing my thesis.

She told me the story of a man who came to a huge pile of rocks in the middle of the road. When he looked at the whole pile all he could see was an impassable mountain. But then he focussed on one rock. Just one. And moving that rock was doable. So he did. And then the next and then the next and…I think you get the picture. Before he knew it the mountain was gone.

So here’s to tackling one rock at a time with God’s help.

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