On goldfish, writing addiction and Ignatius of Loyola - by Eileen Padmore
Hallo blog readers. I felt bashful about volunteering for this vacancy, mindful of the skilled professional posts that pop up with scary regularity. I could stretch the truth by claiming to be an award winning writer - for at the age of eight I was given first prize in a church story writing competition. Hand written in faded pencil on scraps of lined exercise paper (sewn together with cotton) - it was a true account of a deceased goldfish who jumped out of his bowl to be discovered on the kitchen floor next day. My default position still seems to be writing about real events, despite an imagination that constantly plays host to a rich variety of flamboyant characters who get up to all sorts. Somehow they resist capture onto the page. Perhaps this is because a former life in health care required me to churn out evidence based stuff for various publications - where any urge to use words creatively had to be suppressed. More recently, I have been ...