I consider myself a creative, rather than a master of any particular discipline. I am an explorer, dipping into all kinds of creative endeavors. 

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I discovered writing late, being one of the many dylexic AudHDers, that were diagnosed late in life. It was when I was at Art School that I discovered I could write. In response to my dissertation, the tutor responded, 'I think the premise is ridiculous, (Does a Cup Have an Inherent Essence...I know!) but it is excellently written.' 

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My life started out in Theatre, my father, Jack Watling, was an actor of the black and white movie era. It was all very glamorous. I was the last of four siblings all of whom became actors. So, I too, became an actor. For a number of years my husband and I ran one of the last remaining weekly reps. Soon I'd taken up directing, a much better option for a person who could not remember lines! During those 20 years, I loved being a part of making space for young actors to hone thier skills in the intense environment that was weekly rep. It is the transitory nature of performance that I find so inspiring, it is real people in real time. It is like a firework, it happens and then it is gone, but if it's good, it lurks in the memory.

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Although writing came late, poetry has been a constant companion, but in truth, my family have always been my greatest joy and oftentimes, challenge. No different from many others, I expect. I am so enjoying returning to theatre after the long and arduous business of adapting the novel for stage. As I write this the readthrough that will kick of production is only a few days away. We will have fun and hopefully do Kitty, the historical Kitty, justice. As for the rest of my life, I am looking forward to playing with paint again. It is a medium I enjoy and find all but impossible to master. However, I will keep on tinckering, just for the fun of it. 

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May you have joy in all your endeavors. 

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