before i went to bed today, i told Emma j. Lannie about this blog.
it was a bit brave of me, considering. she is one of my biggest influences even though she doesn’t know it. i love her writing style, i love the way she can put herself on the page so honestly, and i love her stories; i really love her stories. i always have.
she taught me to write when i was three years old at our huge kitchen table, by our back door. it’s one of my earliest memories; pages of A4 paper (of which there was never any shortage in our home), spread out around us, of her playing school with me, teaching me to spell my awkward first name with the patience of a saint.
she obviously knew her calling at an early age. now she runs workshops as a writer, and is having stories published and sold and getting pieces commissioned and just doing really bloody well in general. she’s also in the finishing stages of writing her first novel, which already has interested parties for agents and publishing.
i couldn’t be more proud and more honoured to come from such good writing stock. my sister is my hero.
and now, she knows…