When I was four, I wrote my first poem. It went something like Hi my name is Dot. I am a robot — only without the vowels. When I was seven, I wrote dreamily in my little tan journal (covered in stickers of Clifford the Big Red Dog) that someday my words were going to make me famous. These days I no longer care about the famous thing, but I still care about the words.
After living in most of the places of Australia you’ve heard of (and a few that you haven’t), I now live near Brisbane, Queensland, in an adorable granny flat right next door to my parents and youngest brother. I’m the oldest of five and a delirious aunty to two nieces and two nephews. Everything they tell you about becoming an aunty is true. It’s the best.
Since finishing school, God’s opened doors that are as random as the places I’ve lived. My jobs have included music teaching, helping run the family café, textile design, freelance writing, and editing Whatsoever Magazine for ten years. These days, life feels busier than ever, but profoundly simpler. I’m looking forward to finishing my BA in Creative Writing mid-2012.
I love my family, friends far and near, fat babies, old cameras, good books, paper of all descriptions, getting real letters in the mail, movies with James Stewart or Gregory Peck in them, sushi, history, and studying. Mostly, though, I love the Saviour who ransomed me.
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