First of all I wanted to be a zoologist, then that crystalized into wanting to be a vet.....I really wanted to work with animals. When I was 12 or so, I went through a phase of being extremely squeamish so decided I couldn't be a vet, and didn't do things like chemistry and physics, which I would have needed. I found that it had only been temporary, but by then I was in a diffeerent stream. I wanted to be a journalist but didn't get the cadetship I applied for when I left school. I always wanted to be a writer of some sort. I became, over the years, an Australian Government clerk, a waitress, a stocktaker, a chambermaid, a factory worker, a filing clerk, a strawberry picker, a milk delivery person, a sales person (lasted 2 weeks!), a cowman, a tupperware seller, and an artificial inseminator. The last I loved and worked at for nine years until I got pregnant (no jokes please!!). Now I milk cows part-time, and grow herbs and give talks on them. I sell the herbs and also a herb cookbook and herbal that I have written. My biggest happiness and satisfaction in life (apart from my family) have come from working on and around farms, so my original desire to work with animals was the right one. Having produced two books as well, though they were not what I envisaged when I wanted to be a writer, I guess I've fulfilled my other early ambition. Neither worked out the way I imagined. Isn't it funny how life often gives you what you want, but in a completely different way from what you might have expected?

Love Lynne