About jamiepantsy
My mother likes to refer to me as an eccentric soul but everyone knows that this term is just a kinder version of weird. I don’t mind though. Destiny’s intentions for my life were never going to be of the ordinary. No individual born on the day of fools, April 1, ever had any hope of living a simple, boring life. Sometimes people’s journeys seem to progress with ease. A job straight out of uni, meeting your soul mate in high school, the ability to make polite conversation without that uncomfortable silence and awkwardness. I, however, am not one of those individuals. Some might call me cursed but I prefer to refer to myself as interesting. I entered the world choking on amniotic fluid – couldn’t even get the birthing process right – and since then have never seemed to fully recover. Yet my complications, my peculiarities, my failures have always just added colour to the quest I am on for greatness. In fact, without them I wouldn’t ever have begun to achieve my dreams; I wouldn’t be writing. All writers need interesting stories and for some reason that I can only attribute to my destiny, my life is always full of them.
I am currently working as an English teacher whilst also studying a Masters in Creative Writing. As a child, I wrote magical stories about imaginary friends and faraway lands. The library was my haven. Then, like many individuals, I grew up and responsibility as well as reality dimmed the brightness of my dream. The voices of authority in my life kindly explained that writing stories doesn’t pay the bills. So I stopped. The creative lid of my mind was clamped shut and for a long time lay dormant; at one point, I forgot it ever existed. Until now. The writer within began to whisper to me once more; then slowly, the voice loudened to a roar that I can no longer subdue. It may have taken me 28 years and a significant uni debt to realise it but I have finally recognised that my greatness lies in writing and as a result my passion can no longer be stifled.
