As you already know my name is Bridget, I was born and raised in southern Ireland, I am one of twenty-one children, I was born into a poverty-stricken family, and when I say poverty-stricken I mean just that. We had no running water neither did we have any sort of sanitation, or electricity in our house. I have had a lot of heartache in my life and seen far too much misery in my lifetime. I have traveled far and wide taking in countries like India, staying in Delhi, New Delhi, and whilst there I visited the Taj Mahal. The Golden Temple and lots of other amazing sites. Nepal, I have been on one of the best mountain flights in the world around Everest, on Guna Airlines in Kathmandu. I have been to the Gambia in Africa. The place where the author of Roots, Alex Haley’s great, great, great Grandfather Kunta Kinte, was kidnaped from, and transported to America. I have visited Sydney, and whilst there I had the pleasure of a conducted tour of the Sydney opera house where I watched the performance of Swan Lake. We traveled from Sydney up to Brisbane, and beyond in a Campervan. I have visited Auckland New Zeeland three times. I have been to Thailand, Singapore and other places in Aisha. I have traveled around America and seen some amazing places like Hollywood, Miami Washington New York and of course I visited the Niagara Falls in Canada. I also stayed overnight in a Log Cabin in the Grand Canyon. I have traveled all over England, Scotland, Ireland, Wales, and I have traveled to most places on the Continent like Switzerland, Italy, Germany, Luxemburg, Holland, Spain, Portugal, Cyprus, France, and lots more places. Without having suffered hardship, or struggles in life, I don’t think I would have been able to write because I wouldn’t have had anything to write about. And as Jeffrey Archer once said, being able to write doesn’t make you a writer it is being able to tell a story. For the best part of my life, I could hardly read or write, and as for writing a book well that idea never crossed my mind. I enrolled in a creative writing course at Westminster Collage around 15years ago! I died a thousand deaths when they handed me an enrolment form, I was asked to fill it out, of course, I had a panic attack and nearly run out the door when I realized that they wanted to know about my qualifications, what qualifications, I haven’t got any, I left school barely able to write my name. I thought to myself as soon as they realize I don’t have any qualifications that will be the end of it. me to have such notions. But I thought well I’m here now so I will try my best and fill it out. So I calmed myself down, but at the same time, I’m thinking I can’t sit in with all those well-educated people, the thought of it half frightened me to death. But anyway I bit the bullet and took another look at it. Again I calmed myself down and thought of my late parents Kitty and Willie Walsh. I felt that they would have been proud of me enrolling on such a great course, I then thought to myself oh what the heck, so I just put two lines right across the page and wrote in NONE. I was shocked when I realized that they had accepted me on the course. But my embarrassment didn’t stop there. I really was struggling, and when it came to spelling Chelsea I couldn’t, so I got my Mobil phone out of my bag, and held it under the top of the desk and called my son, and in a low voice asked him to spell it for me, but the joke is I was living there at the time! I persevered, and here I am now with two novels and one Autobiographic behind me.Read more Read less
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