Pam Grout has asked me to write this, well not literally. I am following her book and we’re at the week where I am suppose to start writing. So here it is. This is my first go at this…. or I probably could be truthful and say that I have been writing this in my head for years. As a child I loved writing short stories, and then I grew up and left that behind. My father always said that one day I would write a novel… mm I haven’t got round to that … yet! I am rather shy I guess. This writing is personal and I’m wary about talking about myself. I used to feel I was in the shadows peering round a corner, or behind a glass window. I would watch the others in my life and I would feel invisible. Invisible me. I remember writing a story when I was young, it was called “Flat Susan” and I could flatten myself and slide under doors. I think this was a metaphor for me, the me that felt invisible. If I flattened myself, then I was hidden and I was concealed. I think that was what it felt like for me. Flattened by life, flattened by myself, flattened by family, flattened by school and society.
Today is different, today I am not flattened anymore. I have a voice and I am beginning to use it.