I’ve always battled with writing.

It started with a trying time in grade one where I battled to hold the 2H pencil properly and had my vision enhanced compliments of coke bottle lenses in my plastic spectacle frames. (At this point I would, however, like to point out that my frames were letterbox red and matched my braces’……. perfectly). I suspect I battled with hand/eye co-ordination, because I broke those same glasses by kicking myself in the face with a soccer ball. Due to financial constraints, Pratley’s Putty was used as a permanent repair.  As one would.

At the end of Grade 1 I was awarded ‘The Most Improved Handwriting” certificate. By the end of Matric, I was writing like a seasoned medical practitioner; my scripts were hardly legible and might explain the two F symbols that compromised my near perfect C average.

I was lucky enough to be raised in a military family where you only spoke when spoken to and that was usually to offer assistance, or excuse myself from the table. But as the last of three children, I quickly found my voice and was fortunate to be surrounded by books, magazines and parents who had an acute sense of knowledge, education and intellectual enrichment. We also spent a lot of time gardening and washing cars. The ability to articulate oneself, express thoughts and formulate ideas vocally was curated in all three of us, and it is something I will always be thankful for.

My brother was naturally studious and my sister particularly gifted with language ability. I managed to scrape together a few good speeches with vast amounts of coaching, and often found myself on stage or talking in the back of a class… and subsequently out of trouble in the principal’s office. I was introduced to campus radio in 1996 and the pen was replaced with a microphone. And so the journey began.

The ability to express and share as a radio presenter is a rare privilege, and so many great words have been spoken, absorbed and shared with listeners. It was something that I enjoyed doing and I am lucky to have called it a career.

The nature of the things I currently write is functional. Short e-mails, reports, replies, responses or mobile phone messages to organise life. Although these are important for various reasons, they don’t leave a lasting connection or expression. The spelling and grammar that was drilled into me at an early age is waning, assisted with auto correct and spell check. It is time to take the words back and share and express them in a written form. There are people who are great with the written word. I’m not one of them. But I do enjoy good writing, thoughts, ideas and provocative thinking inspired by reading. I am surrounded by audio all day. I see a multitude of visual offerings in the course of my job. And I speak. A lot. My long time “bru” Andre Kunz and I often joke about the chapters in the book that we’ll write.


Now it’s time to write…