My Personal Journey As A Writer

19th August 2018

I have always considered myself a writer. As a child, I wrote simple fairy stories on scraps of paper, hiding them under my pillow so I could read them at night. This habit grew out of necessity as I didn’t have many books as a child, and I craved stories of princesses and far away magical lands.

This eagerness to write continued as I went to high school and we were given notebooks to encourage our creative writing. I enjoyed the adulation from my English teacher who enjoyed my thoughtful and sometimes dark prose writings. As a teenager I kept emotionally charged diaries, documenting the trials and tribulations of a troubled teenage life. I poured out my inner soul from the pen to paper, nervously hiding my work under my mattress every night so no one could enter my private world.





Fuelled by my love of the work of Agatha Christie, I started to write short stories in a gentle murder mystery theme. I say ‘gentle’ as I am not comfortable writing about explicit or gruesome details. I much prefer the subtle meanderings of Christie, as she weaves murder in to her stories through the gentle English country village, framed by white picket fences and roses around the door.

And so my writing continued into adulthood. I wrote short stories, started a novel, dabbled into poetry and of course, I started this blog two years ago. I established and ran a writing group for a few years, in my hometown of Knaresborough and it was there that I met a group of people that inspired my own writing to develop. I do believe that being around like minded, creative people is essential to developing your own creativity. I recently became friends with a wonderful woman who is also a writer. Through talking to her I have found my enthusiasm for writing has been rekindled. By sharing ideas and thoughts it is easy to become inspired which starts the snowball of writing fever.



I am now writing like a woman possessed, eager to not waste time, eager to get words onto paper. I am writing everything from blog posts to poetry, using my laptop, notebooks and even those familiar scraps of paper when nothing else is available. I have so many ideas in my head that I NEED to project into my writing. I keep a notebook by my bed for those ideas that evolve during my sleep. I don’t want to miss anything – a theme, a character, a poem, a book title or even a single word.

Recently I had to become more organised as I was drowning in a sea of notebooks and post it notes. And, as a person who now writes for a living I needed to be more efficient and work smarter. I cleared my office of irrelevant material and objects. I am designing my work room as a source of calm and inspiration. It will soon be a dedicated writer’s room and when I look round I know I will have achieved something amazing. I wanted to be a writer from the day I was able to put my first childish word onto that scrap of paper while living in a small flat in Leeds.



And here I am, many years later sat in my own writing room surrounded by notebooks, numerous pens, and the latest laptop. I realise how far I have come in my writing life. I feel like I am where I want to be.  I can reach for a pretty notebook to write down my thoughts and feelings without having to hide it under the mattress. And I can, if I so wish, still find a scrap of paper and write about fairy tale worlds of princesses and far away magical lands. You see, writing is my life and it always has been and always will be.



I hope you have enjoyed my personal thoughts on my writing journey. Are you a writer ? Do you feel inspired to write ? Does anything hold you back from writing ?

As always please leave your comments below. I would love to hear your thoughts.


Much Love

Susanna xx

4 responses to “My Personal Journey As A Writer”

  1. Marilynne Lambert says:

    I have always loved stories about Fairies. I remember when I was in a strange place in Menston where the doctors etc took poorly children from their families, thinking that they knew best!!! This so called Children’s hospital was the worst year of my life. ( I was only 8) But my wonderful father wrote to me every day. Sending me stories of fairies and all the adventures that they use to get into. He also wrote about the ‘typewriter twins’ who drew them doing all kinds of things. He did their face on the typewriter (00) a bit like this bit he would put dots in the eyes () to give them expressions. I so looked forward to his letters. As parents were only allowed to visit for an hour at the weekend. The worst time of my life made more bearable by my lovely Dad’s stories. But these wonderful things of our childhood get lost over the year. I so wish that I still had them. I would have loved to put these stories of my father’s into a book! I have never had his talent! Keep up the good work. Xx

    • Susanna says:

      How lovely of your father to write those stories for you. It is a shame you don’t have them now as they would have been lovely to read. The hospital sounds horrid and am glad that kind of medical care is long gone. xx

  2. Inspiring. I look forward to your forthcoming work and maybe books?! with eagerness.

    • Susanna says:

      Thanks Francesca. I have so much to write and need more time to get all my ideas down on paper. It’s a battle I intend to win ! xx

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