I did not laugh heartily at the last page of Sheep in a Jeep and insist on reading it out loud to Darling Husband. “It says ‘Jeep for sale — cheap.’ Get it? And their Jeep kept breaking down and … hahaha!” I was not annoyed when he didn’t see the humour in Sheeps in a Jeep.
I was not mystified by Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel. I was bothered by the fact that his steam shovel was randomly named Mary Anne, or that they stuck her in basement to be a furnace! Who cares about the plots in kids’ books? Not me.
I was not disappointed with the board book version of Chicka Chicka ABC because it only contained the first HALF of Chicka Chicka Boom Boom. I would never get all bent out of the shape and just spout the last half of the book by memory. Who memorizes rhyming kids’s books? Not me.
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m a writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 12-year-old son and a 10-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.
I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep them from taking over my life. Creating things helps.
Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.
I’ve been writing this blog since 2009, so if you dig deep into the archives, you’ll meet a bright-eyed 25-year-old newlywed who was basically obsessed with having kids, buying a cozy house, and supporting herself full-time with her writing. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)