I’ve been a Chicken!


Well, I’ve finally done it!  I have made my Blog official, I’ve flicked the switch from private to public.  I’ve created my Facebook page and I’m about to post my first post (when I finish writing this). This is it, well hope that this is it.

You see, for some, doing this is easy. They know what to do, how to do it, what to write, how to say stuff that makes sense and write stuff so that people want to read it. They have been writing for years, since they were old enough to string two words together, they are passionate and have been for a long time.  They are on trend, write eloquently, have a lot to say about a lot of topics.  I’ve been holding back because at times and often I’ve thought that I don’t have any of these things, I’ve been a chicken.

For me, my writing journey started about 18 months ago when I had a story in my head. The story came to me after 2 significant events happened to me.  The first was passing of my mum from cancer, and the second when I though my husband was going to die (thankfully he didn’t and thankfully he had only passed out); but in that moment I had my whole life flash before me and it really made me wonder what I would do and how my life would turn out.  This was the catalyst for me to write, just to get the story out of my head, to free up some brain cells.  I smashed out about 7000 words and then stopped.  My writing journey seemed to be over before it even started.

My beautiful mum and me ❤

Fast forward to about 2 months ago, when I “met” a beautiful soul online.  I use the word “met” loosely as I’ve still not met my dear friend in person.  We chatted back and forth about some life struggles on a Facebook page that really had nothing to do with life struggles at all, and she said to me “Just sit down for 20 minutes and write what is in your head”. I had so much bottled up inside me that I just sat done and wrote, just blurted sentences out and into my word document. Man did it feel good! To finally get some stuff off my chest, out of my head and out in the open to a small group of supportive friends that were quickly becoming my small writing tribe.

So me spending some short periods of time letting go of my thoughts and feelings through words has led me to here,  The Emerging Chook.   Its helped me emerge from my sadness and grief. It’s a blog of which I’m still learning the hows, whats, wheres, whos and whys.  I’m doing an online blog course called “Blog with Pip” with the talented Pip Lincolne, which will help me answer some of those questions. I have so many unanswered questions!!  Because I don’t know the answers I’ve been hesitating even starting the blog and getting it out there, I’ve been a chicken and a scaredy cat. Scared of what people will think, will people want to read this, will they like it, what if they don’t like it, what if I upset someone, and the list goes on.

So today, I’m feeling brave. I’m putting my vulnerability out there for the world to see. I’m really excited about sharing with you some of my poetry/writing; the journey that I’m on writing my “book”, and the tribute to my mum, her recipe book.

Mums Xmas cake.



The Emerging Chook is officially live.




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  1. Congratulations Jo!! You are going to LOVE having this space to share your thoughts with people. You’ll not only find encouragers along the way, you’ll also find people who will be encouraged by your honesty and your beautiful way with words.
    So proud of you. And I’m not the only one xx


  2. What a brave and exciting adventure you have chosen. I look fwd to reading your thoughts and adventures. Hoping we can be part of your adventures 🙂 xx


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