My love of stories began before I can even really remember anything else. My earliest memories are of my dad or mum reading me stories in bed. In particular my favourite stories came from a hardcover 4 book collection of Little Golden Books. My fondest memories are of my dad reading me the Mother Goose Rhymes from the Purple Book – I’d make him read them to me every night for months and months and months. To this day he can still fondly recall quite a few of them!
By four years old I started reading those books to back my dad. Reading quickly became my favourite pastime – I spent hours and hours with my nose buried in a book. As a child I read the stories of The Faraway Tree, the Famous Five, The Secret Seven, The Wind in the Willows. I was enchanted by Grimm’s Fairytales, Roald Dahl, Han Christian Andersen, and many many others.
This passion for stories naturally extended into writing my own. I used to write a lot of stories, but like many things – life and bipolar disorder got into my way. But now, since I’ve been blogging about my illness for the past couple of months, I’ve found a new lease on writing and my creativity. I want to participate in more challenges of the story writing kind.
So without further ado, welcome to A Mercurial Fictionality.