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Ten Things I Discovered Beneath…

Do you ever look beneath?

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I love being beneath – the rainbows, the old oak trees, and the stars,
and what else have I found beneath?

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I was five and the verandah was cracking, not long and it would be dangerous… © Lisa Shambrook

I grew up in a house with a veranda out the back. When I was young, Dad tore it down and rebuilt the back steps and I discovered the space beneath the veranda! A dark, dusty, and dirty ‘cave’ which I loved to play in, I doubt today’s health and safety would allow it, but I discovered my imagination down there.

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The night sky has always fascinated me © Lisa Shambrook

I always knew I was a Daddy’s girl, and standing out beneath the stars while he taught me constellations, confirmed it.

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I love the calm beneath the water © Lisa Shambrook

Under water there is calm – a calm which I lack in my every-day life (do any of us have calm in our every-day life?) and swimming relaxes me. I once swam a whole length beneath the water without taking a breath – it was beautiful. Maybe I should be a mermaid…

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Nothing more beautiful than the colours of the rainbow © Lisa Shambrook

Rainbows are all about perspective. Have you ever tried to stand beneath one? Rainbows teach me both magic and science – and that you can never reach the end of one!

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The crashing cascade is a true wonder © Lisa Shambrook

There are many waterfalls in Wales, but at Henrydd Falls and Sgwd Eira you can walk a slippery ledge to get behind the veil of water, but it’s worth it. Standing beneath a waterfall is an exhilarating experience and I found the inner delight of a child and my love of water!

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Arty clutter © Lisa Shambrook

I can’t even go into detail about how many things, every-day items, I’ve lost and found beneath other things – that’s the cluttered home of a writer.

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Lost in the velveteen darkness © Lisa Shambrook

I love the dark. Have you ever gone beneath ground into an old castle ruin’s dungeon or down a mine? Dolacothi gold mine isn’t far away and we visited when my children were small. We wore miner’s hats with lights on the front and big heavy batteries round our waists, and to demonstrate the darkness the miners worked in we were all instructed to turn out our lamps. As we stood in the pitch blackness, small fingers clutched my hand tight and a small, quivering voice rang out in the dark. “Mummy, my eyes don’t work anymore.”  I discovered the innocence and trust of my three-year-old standing in the dark, his hand clutching mine.

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Beneath the Old Oak © Lisa Shambrook

Beneath trees I’ve discovered how to make daisy chains, how to kick up piles of autumn leaves and I’ve found love.

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Anxiety and depression © Lisa Shambrook

Beneath the suffocating blanket of depression and anxiety, I discovered support, love, hope and reasons to carry on…

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The Hope Within Books © Lisa Shambrook

I was a shy and very introverted child, and beneath the façade of quiet and reserved I uncovered an observant and imaginative mind – capable of writing and conveying all the stories queued up in my head – hence, I became a writer!

What have you discovered beneath?

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Find out what Freya discovered Beneath the Rainbow,
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and what Jasmine searched for Beneath the Distant Star… 

Why write?

Painting ‘Forest Nymph’ by Lisa Shambrook: 1994 (Please do not use)

Sometimes I wonder why I write…but the answer is easy; I write because I have to, if I didn’t I’d be lost… As highly-strung as I am, if I didn’t allow myself to escape in writing, I think I’d go quite mad…
So why do I write?

Escape… I write to escape. I free my imagination and let my fingers loose on the keyboard, and words come alive… Life sometimes gets too much and I can lose myself in another world, a world in which I choose what happens, unless my character dictates for me! Which brings me to my second reason:

Create… I can create worlds, lands, species, dragons, people, languages, situations, anything and everything. I can breathe life into creations, I can watch romances develop, sunsets fade, I can melt hearts, I can kill, I can raise the dead…nothing is forbidden and remember, creation of life is the ultimate human achievement.

Fiction… Stories have always filled my mind, seeking an outlet and I have to give in. I’ve had a wild imagination all my life. When assignments to write stories were given as homework, I would spend hours writing and would wait, with bated breath, for grades accompanying the latest 15 page story scrawled in my homework book! I love making up stories, I love seeing imaginative visions end up in print on a blank page…expanding and growing, metamorphosing into something more, something bigger…

Inspiration… from Enid Blyton to JRR Tolkien, inspiration has accompanied my reading. I spent my childhood lost in books, curled up on my bed, or in the corner of the lounge with my head buried in literature, feeding my love of words, descriptions and adventure. I hope my writing inspires others…isn’t that what we, writers, want? To inspire as we have been inspired? I hope…

Manipulation… maybe this goes along with creating…I love the ability to manipulate, to change things, to alter and decide. I’m a control freak, there’s no escaping that. I love writing for a person, a character who becomes dear to me, but one who cannot see where her life is going or what she will face after the next turn in the road… I can decide if she finds happiness or I can break her heart…but where I take her will help her grow, will change her and mould her…until, and sometimes it does happen, she controls me…and I have no choice but to take her forward to whatever comes next, whether I want to or not!

Discovery… I grow! I discover new things about me. I move and grow with my characters, I cry with them, and laugh, and shout, and argue. I get taken to places I’ve never known, and experience emotions as raw as my leads. They teach and I grow…

Consistency… I’ve kept a diary, a daily diary, since I was fourteen-years-old. Can’t miss a day…my OCD trait, well one of them! I added journals many years ago and discovered blogging just a year or two ago. Sharing secrets with a journal became a way of coping, a way of archiving, a way of saving my life. I pour out my heart and file it away, day by day, year by year…and I know that I am alive, I am living!

And finally… I write because I am compelled to do so… I write because it is in my soul, the need to put words on paper is a compulsion, part of my very being. When I am sad it consoles me, when I am broken it mends me, when I am happy it completes me, when I am in love it raises me higher than ever…writing is who I am, it’s what I do…I write to be me…