From Broken to Brave – Gay’s Path to Publication

Will I Ever Be Who I Am - A memoir by Gay Liddington

I first met Gay Liddington when she attended one of my Relax and Write Retreats at Burleigh Heads back in 2019. From the first time I heard about her story of courage and resilience in overcoming a troubled childhood of family violence and abuse, I knew it was a story that HAD to be told. I’m always banging on about the importance of getting those stories that won’t leave us alone out of our heads and onto the page, because, to paraphrase Salman Rushdie, we need to take control of the stories we tell ourselves about the past, or otherwise let them forever shape our futures.

When we claim our stories and start writing them, magic begins.

Suddenly the stories are not who we are, but what we make of them. We begin to believe that we can change and shape futures different from the darkness of the past. We learn we have power over the stories, that we can shape them into the story that we WANT to tell, not just what we NEED to let go of. We write and rewrite and polish until we realise we’ve done it! We’ve created something beautiful from the pain that used to define us. Now it is the beauty that defines us. Beauty of our own making.

This is what Gay has done with her brave and compelling new memoir Will I Ever Be Who I Am.

Not long after we first met, I was looking for someone to do catering for a new retreat centre where I was hoping to run writing retreats. Gay put her hand up and we’ve been great retreat buddies ever since. She cooked, I edited and gave advice and slowly over a number of years Gay’s book took shape. I also took shape, my belly growing bigger with each one of Gay’s delicious sweet treats I couldn’t resist. There’s a reason her partner Phil is known as “Tummy Big”.

Gay, her daughter Kylie and friend June with the book launch table laden with goodies!!

Gay was already a writer, a journalist writing feature articles for The Hinterland Times. Now they’re writing stories about her! Here’s the feature article (pages 4 and 5)they published recently about Gay’s book.

Gay had been writing and performing poetry, stories and comedy for decades, but this was her first concerted attempt at writing her memoir. She wanted justice, she said. And to not go to her grave with secrets weighing heavy on her soul.

Writing our stories frees us and is a safe way to right the wrongs done to us, especially when we were children and had no voice, no power.

Gay and Leah Dodds, owner of Rosetta Books at Gay’s launch.

Gay has always been a “Do It Yourself” kind of person, so she didn’t want to pursue traditional publishing. Instead, she bought a design template from Book Design Templates and figured out how to do the layout herself. She then worked with Paradigm Print Media to develop a cover and have copies printed. Her cover image is her own concept, taken from a photo of her at 17 when she’d first escaped to the army. A photo her abusive step-father had torn to pieces, and her loving mother had glued back together again.

Recently we launched Gay’s powerful memoir at the Maleny Neighbourhood Centre, where, true to character, Gay donated a dollar from every book to support the programs run at the centre to support women, children and others affected by family violence. What a day it was! After months of rainy weekends, the sun shone brightly all afternoon as we sat in the outdoor covered area, close to the Serenity Grief Garden. Gay had made enough cakes and biscuits to feed an army, allocating five pieces per person!

A crowd of friends, loved ones, retreaters and book lovers cheered Gay on as we talked about what it took to transform her memories into a compelling and empowering story. As Gay read excerpts from her book, there wasn’t a dry eye in the house. I was already teary from the introductions, so very proud of Gay and all she’s achieved. 

We were honoured to have Judith Munday OAM, who was a young officer when Gay first joined the army in 1969, officially launch the book. Judith was there to pick up the pieces and help this broken young woman take her first steps into selfhood. It was only fitting she was also there to celebrate the strong, fearless, creative woman Gay’s become.

Gay’s army memorabilia and the original torn photo.

Gay’s memoir is available for sale HERE on my website, and at Rosetta Books Maleny and Annie’s Books at Peregian. Also coming to Amazon soon for international readers. 

There are many paths to publication. Gay’s path was perfect for her, the angels she has such faith in lighting the way before her step by step all the way to her magical day of celebration. Which path will you take?

Here to help you find your way!

Lots of love

Edwina xx

Gay and Phil 🙂

Write For Your Life!

These days it’s feeling more and more as if we are writing to save our lives. 

But why write at all, with the world becoming crazier by the minute and the pressures on us to toe the line, get a proper job and pay the bills increasing? 

Is it wrong to want to tell our stories, to express ourselves? Is it selfish? 

NO! 

Now more than ever the world needs people speaking their truth, telling their stories, creating and enjoying the process, filling up the oversoul with some much-needed creative joy! Expressing ourselves, whether through writing, painting, song or any other artform is an essential act of defiance against those who would have us chained to the grindstone feeding their mill. We are creatures of delight, meant to be enjoying our ride here on earth, not enduring it. 

By writing or pursuing any other art form we affirm our right to joy. Not only that, we’re expressing truths shared by many others, not just our own. One purpose of writing is to connect with others, to show them they are not alone, that we’re all in this together.

Humans have an innate need to translate our emotions into art. The ancient philosophers often spoke of Truth and Beauty as integral to our experience and the search for both has fuelled many expeditions and experiments both internal and external. Since the Greek philosophers, beauty, truth and goodness have been the aim of those searching for meaning. In his poem “Ode on a Grecian Urn“, the English Romantic poet John Keats wrote, “Beauty is truth, truth beauty—that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know”. That is my truth.

Portrait of John Keats by William Hilton

Writing has saved my life many times over.

When I was in my teens and lost in grief, alcohol and drug addiction, I began writing a journal. At first it was just so I could remember what I’d done the night before – I wrote almost illegible recounts of my wild nights out – but soon after my journalling became much more. I started writing when sober as well as drunk, and for the first time began to express some of the emotions I was swallowing down with all that goon (cheap wine). I noticed that when I wrote my all-pervasive anxiety settled, my shoulders dropped and best of all, if I dropped into what I now call “the zone”, I could happily disappear from the chaos of the outside world into a kinder world of my own as easily as Alice fell down that rabbit hole. 

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I wrote to save my own life. Now I help others do the same. They’re not dying of terrible illnesses, but their minds are filled with stories that won’t let them rest. Their minds endlessly replay the horrors they’ve endured. Not the good stuff, that’s sitting dusty on some upper brain shelf, neglected. No, the brain likes to remind us over and over again of the bad days, the trauma, the pain. 

Writing is the best way I’ve found to get those stories to stop. Yes STOP. The stories that used to haunt me are no longer in my head, I’ve written them out and turned them into books. I’ve turned that pain into stories I find beautiful, and created meaning to the random events of my life, and found peace.

So sometimes yes, we are writing for our lives. We write to quiet our minds, to heal our hearts, to bear witness for those we’ve lost, to give voice to those oppressed and voiceless, to create meaning for ourselves and for others, and to connect and share the experiences of this bizarre rollercoaster ride that is life in all its bitter glory.

We write for the joy of creation itself. For the pleasure of expressing ourselves. Because it makes us happy. Doing anything that makes us happy right now is essential. The world needs our joy to counter all the suffering and fear-mongering, leading us only deeper into darkness. 

Joy sparks in us when we see or create something beautiful. Beauty and joy are interrelated, co-dependent in the best way. The world needs more joy, so we need more beauty. We can create that beauty in our stories or other artworks, or we can just slow down and notice the small beauties all around us. Each blade of grass, each blossom, each small perfect bird is a miracle of beauty. We, as creative artists, help others to reach towards this joy, this beauty, and through it find expression of the truths of our lives, of all life.

This is important.

Remember this: Writing may not make you rich (though we’ll keep dreaming!) but one thing I know for sure after a lifetime of writing, is that writing will enrich you beyond measure.

So write, my dear writing friends, write for your life and for us all. Has writing saved your life? Let me know in the comments.

Lots of love,

Edwina 🙂 xx