Once upon a time, as I scurried through life, I tumbled into a crazy melting pot of writerly creativity. For several years I dabbled, crafting songs, Aussie bush poetry, puppet plays and drama sketches. I met a whole lot of interesting people that way.
I stirred the melting pot and added fresh ingredients during my formal Creative Writing studies through Tabor Adelaide. I wrote pages and pages of mediocre (and some promising) first drafts, subjected them to soul-destroying slash and burn edits, and raised short fiction, poetry, creative non-fiction and a novel from the ashes.
Along the way, I adopted Mazzy Adams as my penname. I chose Mazzy because it means ‘precious’, and Adams to represent all humanity; a name to reflect my passion to write for the enjoyment, blessing and benefit of every precious reader. Plus it’s a whole lot easier to remember and spell than my real name!
With loads of practice, perseverance, hair pulling, neck strain, friendly encouragement from nagging co-conspirators and a growing collection of published pieces, I evolved into an author with a website.
At other times, I use my (occasionally weird and unruly) neural pathways to think outside the box as a tutor to help my students tackle their own academic and creative writing challenges and aspirations. As much as I love the idiosyncratic nuances of English, I’m all too aware of its capricious nature, especially if it happens to be a student’s second language.
Finally, my wonderful husband, amazing children and delightful (one plus two on the way) grandchildren make my otherwise ordinary life most extraordinary, for which I am eternally grateful.
As for the ‘Art’ part of ‘Art and About’, there’s this:
Writers are Artists
Tongue-tested words, selected and ordered,
glued into patterns or crazily paved,
mosaic montage or serpentine path
to step out and search
or sit still and dream –
a world to explore
or snapshot of life.
Tongue-tested words, soothing or seething,
waves at the beach or crabs in the sand,
motion that rocks the cradle of souls
or crashes and churns
soft sand into grit –
a pincer of pain
or pillow to sleep
Tongue-tested words, drifting and floating,
clouds in the sky or scum on a pond,
ethereal beauty or rank saturation
of raw sore emotion
from dark fetid swamp –
truth has its beauty
and ugliness form.
Tongue-tested words, the laughter of children
dancing and singing a rhyme in the sun,
music and mayhem, myst’ry and meaning,
daisies and daydreams
or we’ll all fall down –
sing me some wisdom
and I will be wise.
Tongue-tested words, surreal and confusing,
colours on canvas, flame upon glaze,
unyielding marble till hammer and chisel
chop off the dross
and the sculpture appears –
writers are artists
creating with words.
(Catherine Sercombe © 2011)
May life bring you:
colour and promise …
floral sunrises …
spring blossoms in winter …
a safe haven in the midst of life’s storms …
and a quiet assurance that clouds can’t stop the Sun from shining.
Images created by Mazzy Adams ©