I’m so happily and gratefully in love with penning and performing stories. In fact, I believe that a good show starts with a good script.
I still have my first printing book. The core characters emerge as shakily formed and at times unreadable vowels. Eventually, they evolve into words that culminate in meaning. Abundant foxes leap spectacularly over dogs. The end.
Well, not quite. There’s a bit of an epilogue. I went on to become the first person in my primary school to nab my pen license. Left-handed.
My keen interest in the page has always matched my passion for the stage and, later, the screen. I made my acting debut in a school nativity play at the age of 6. It was so profound that my name got left off of the programme, which like my first printing book I still have.
But my powerful six sense told me to keep going. I started combining my creative endeavours and staging one woman shows in the living room. They too were attended by one woman – my Mum.
These days I’m still doing what I love. Now I’m lucky enough to call it my career.