Even though I created Rosie and her family over ten years ago, wrote as her on Facebook for the same length of time, it is interesting how the process of writing her novels has already caused me anxiety.
Creative writing began for me like every little girl in the land of English education, period 3 English, then when I entered senior school we had double English followed by double English Lit (Literature). Writing stories was never a problem for me, having a creative mind and ability to hide in an alternative world was easy when you spent most of your life in boarding schools, being told by your teacher your choice of genre was too dark, too predictable, and downright morbid was another problem altogether. Seriously when you are told you may choose any subject matter for your story this is what you are going to do, oh and let us not forget when the teacher would explain you should write either what you know, what you feel comfortable with, or what makes you happy. Yes, you can imagine receiving a page full of red markings and negative comments would crush your creative writing spirit. Thankfully I have broad shoulders, seriously I look like a ruby player on steroids, after sulking for a week or so I chose to prove the teacher wrong, pulled up my big girl panties (this was in the mid-80s and an all-girls boarding school) sat and read the dictionary until I was board then began to play word games.