by Louise Jewkes
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10 September 2020
After a two-year wait, while I found the right images to accompany my text, I finally turned the story of Evie May into an e-book called Nine Lives: the story of Evie May. Thanks to my illustrator, Victoria Gower, who drew some beautiful illustrations which were worth waiting for. I had kind of given up on my dream of writing. As a wife and a mum-of-four, it is easy to forget the person I used to be. Ever since I was a child I was a prolific writer who dreamt of the freedom of being a writer. After a brief unsuccessful and unhappy stint of being a journalist, I switched careers and became a nurse. All thoughts of being a writer were forgotten. I loved my time as a nurse until I got ill with Fibromyalgia and so had to find work that would fit in with my health issues. So, I re-trained to be a counsellor which was the very best decision I ever made especially as I had to write essays. It reminded me of just how much I love to write. As someone who has always been painfully shy it allows me a voice. This is so liberating. Anyway, last Monday, I was enjoying a coffee with my husband and we were talking about our dreams and aspirations and I said I want to write more and he said why don't you? I was like why don't I? I then reeled of a list of familiar excuses such as I don't have time, I need to do (insert a mundane job), it would be unfair to you/the children/ readers. You name it, I listed it as an excuse. My husband then hit me with the question no therapist ever wants to hear. What would you say to a client? Ouch! I had no-where to go with this as I knew that I could make time. I even have this blog waiting for me. I just need to sit down and write something. I have now set aside two hours per week to blog. As I sat down to write this I thought what can I write about? My mind was completely blank. I was not only fighting horrendous guilt about the washing that is languishing in the laundry basket, or the pile of ironing waiting for me., but I had writer's block. But, hell no, I was going to write something, anything. I need to practice what I preach and make some me time. I know that by sitting for this hour I will feel re-energised and more able to give to my husband, my children and even the household chores. I am saying that if you have a dream then don't give up on it. Find the time. I am sure nobody has lain on their deathbed and said, if only I had done more ironing. As a child who dreamed of spending, every Sunday ironing, to then find the same clothes two days later, screwed up in a ball, on one of their children's bedroom floors . Not me. Research indicates the importance of play for adults. If we live in a world where all we do is work, pay the bills etc., then we are at higher risk of developing anxiety and depression. There wasn't a lot to enjoy about lockdown but the one thing I did appreciate was how people filled the time. I loved watching people on social media, making games out of nothing, or learning new skills. This is not a criticism or a judgement of people who didn't, or our fantastic key workers who worked throughout. What I am saying is that, if you do have a dream, it's ok to follow it, in fact it is more than ok to follow the dream. Ironically, I was convinced that I would be swallowed by guilt as I wrote this but I wasn't, the guilt disappeared as I really got into what I was writing. So, go out there, and create. Nine Lives: Evie-May's story is available from Amazon priced at £2.99. It is a book written for children, to teach them that everybody is worthy of love, regardless of size, colour etc.