A sickly child, I spent long periods in bed, reading, reading, reading. Till, the day there were no more unread books at home. My mother handed me paper and pencil, “It’s time you began your own story,” she said. That first story of warm soft hen eggs was a childishly romantic image of country life. Mother submitted it, and I won. The prize? A new book to read!
Sitting on a school bus in mid-winter Quebec, Hoi Yee, gazing out the window, got inspiration for a poem about brave warriors hollering across snow-covered valleys. That, together with some other pieces, won her a prize for Creative Writing. The prize? A book, of course.
Now, we’re older – and each of us is a wife, mother, friend, business-woman and co-author. Finding moments to write is not easy. In our blog, we share with you the ups and downs, and the dismays and delights of writing our first book together.