The Hidden Gem

It was buried deep inside me, the desire to write. Who has the time? Being married to a needy husband, raising children. working 24/7! 
It was only after I retired and my husband passed away from cancer, that I found time to write. Life without your partner of 40 odd years, is hard. You could wallow in depression, staggering drunk or fill your lungs with smoke till they are black like a burnt piece of meat.

I had to escape!  So I joined small, writing groups, looked desperately for venues where I could drown my sorry, my boredom.

And then one day I passed by an old garden, with overgrown wild rose bushes. There was a secret door, painted pale, blue and someone had scratched a message on it. Love you forever! I wondered who could have written it. What happened to these lovers?

And that’s how I discovered my Hidden Gem- my passion to write, create characters that lived in quaint, old cottages, in an old English village.

And that’s how I survived!

My cozy corner is by the window, where the sun rises and spreads it’s crimson glow over the horizon. I am happy alone, with my cup of chai and my notebook in hand.