When my three children were very young I didn't have much time for writing and so I wrote poems - extremely short poems:
Rainy Day (Ironstone)
Glass beads tumbling
Down the pane
Watch them race
Tiny hands moulded to cold glass
The Glass Cage (Ironstone 2)
I sit beside you, unable to hold you.
Through the opening in the glass I reach to you.
My fingers trace the tangled web
That traps your tiny body.
I fight the urge to release you.
I want to lift you, hold you,
Cradle you in my arms.
I brush your cheeks
Sending you my love.
I am denied you - my newborn child.
I also attended my first writers group run by the wonderful Magi Gibson and I very quickly caught the writing bug. I knew I wanted to write down all the images and stories racing around my brain and, although I was in awe of those who came along with stories and novel extracts, I also knew I had to have patience and wait until my children were older before tackling 'the novel in my head'.
So I went along every fortnight, taking along my own fragments of writing to share whenever I could, knowing they were often rushed and unpolished. And I listened. I listened carefully, absorbing every piece of advice that Magi gave to the group.
And now, when my children close the door and head off to school, and I have the luxury of a full day of writing ahead of me, I still hear Magi's wee gems of wisdom as I pick up my pen and begin to write...
Please check out Magi's website for information on her new courses for 2016: www.magigibson.co.uk
Emma Mooney is a writer of Scottish contemporary fiction and is the author of A Beautiful Game. and Wings to Fly.