Meet this bubbly, dream-chasing writer from Southern Africa.
I knew I would be a writer from the ripe age of 7, when my school librarian secretly allowed me to read the “big kid” books after speedily completing the beginner’s section. When I’d burnt through those a few years later, my older brother would sneak home “Hardy Boys” and Stephen King novels from his high school library, and my father would buy me that day’s newspaper on our way to school each morning, all of which I ravenously devoured nearly every day of my childhood.
The undoubtedly ridiculous image of this young school girl in her freshly-ironed oversized uniform, reading the newspaper on the ride to school each morning, clearly showed one thing: I was obsessed with words. I couldn’t wait to be a part of this secret society of titans, who could bend words to their will and birth whole universes with their incredible writing.
So this is me, living my childhood dream. Not waiting until a hallowed book deal arrives to birth my universe, but gently building one up from scratch in the meantime, here, on my humble blog.
Happy Reading.
Valerie Jairosi