… well: me.
Daughter of an accomplished artist (c’mon, how do you think I got a name like Scar*let?) and workaholic clothing designer who took a defiant (if symbolic) stance against party politics by changing their surname to Nguni (it was the 70′s people), I was literally born with the crazy creative gene.
Although enamoured with words since before I could wield a pencil, I chose to ignore my muse and opted instead for a supposedly safer, saner and more sensible path into the world of business. As a (recently reformed) CA and committed corporate groupie, I was forced to reassess my career (and other looming life priorities) when a swift blow to the head demanded change. So I left my cushy head office job with an international firm in America and came back to Africa. To heal. Or something like that.
After much procrastination, false starts, getting stuck in old patterns and countless uncomfortable comfort zones, I leapt into the Unknown and began the wild journey following my dream (and one damn stubborn, wily little muse). I now write relentlessly, tending a bludgeoning blog whilst listening to a lot of alternate indie rock, folk and other unusual acoustic offerings in between walking on the beach, contemplating strange rock formations and watching the sunset.
Increasingly hermetic and crowd-a-phobic, I’ve retreated to the edge of South Africa (caught between a sharp point and a lighthouse) where I find myself lost (in a literary wood) but strangely happy. Well, most of the time…
And although I sometimes write with a jaded, jaundiced and shall we say scathing tone (with a rather bitter almond aftertaste) I’m (actually) an incurable romantic. No, really. Just don’t tell anyone…
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