I understand how momentous an occasion it is to commit to writing your life journey. Most people have a tale to tell. Some choose to focus on a particular period of their history, others like to write their entire life story. Documenting your life’s events is a meaningful way to capture memories that will live on throughout generations. A wonderful legacy to leave for your loved ones, or a nugget of nostalgia to cherish for yourself.
When working so closely there is an inevitable bond that manifests between author and client which builds trust and makes the experience special and somewhat intimate. Some of the best stories are yet untold, just waiting for a blank page and a raconteur to help you navigate through the chapters.
I have ghost-written various books for clients. It’s always a deeply personal and bonding time, handled with the utmost sensitivity. I literally have people lives, thoughts and feelings at my fingertips, which is something I don’t take lightly. The writing journey itself can be a very cathartic and enjoyable. Whether you choose to tell your audience about that special part of your life that stands out in your memory, or the entire road trip, rest assured, it will an unforgettable experience.
When the Whistler Calls
Colours of Her Rainbow
One Leg Out
Scintillation – a short story in the anthology: Burning
The Life Journey of Brendon Naicker. (Under a Mango Tree)
A Beautiful Lie
I completed creative writing studies with
The Writers Bureau and have a whole heap of projects and works-in-progress…Watch this space!
Dear Diary,
Festivals and hot flashes.
Today is a rainy day in Wales. It’s quite soothing listening to the rain pitter-patter on the windows while I sip sweet coffee and think about what to tell you today. My garden is dying off, all the colour is diluting and the garden furniture needs a lick of paint. I love in between seasons when things aren’t definite and summer and autumn get into a dance of hot and cold and the trees begin to moult. I’m moulting too, it’s menopausal, I’m shedding my lovely thick hair.
Burning Anthology of Short thrillers – scintillation.
A warm circle of light appeared, soft, pinky-white and swirling anticlockwise. In the centre of it, as the circle grew was a small fissure, it looked like a teardrop and was without a doubt heading toward me. I knew I was coming to take me for a journey through time and space, and I began to feel fuzzy, yet unexplainably safe and generally eager to be swallowed up. Just as the hole was quivering and hovering above my head, waiting to syphon me from earth, a searing pain shot through my entire body, I closed my eyes and a mass of dull stars appeared as if they were dying. The pain continued and my eyes remained shut. I woke, gasping for air, tangled up in cotton sheets and soaked through. But the dying stars were still imprinted on my retinas and I could see them when I looked at the white wall. It took a few minutes for this image to fade. The whole episode completely freaked me out.
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