I often worry that unlike many other writers, struggling and otherwise, I can't claim to have written my first novel at eight or fourteen or three, and bar a flirtation with songwriting in my teens (I also played guitar very, very badly and my organ career was limited to playing Beautiful Dreamer slowly), I never considered writing as a career or even a hobby. Then, this morning I realised that I did at least world build in my formative years. I may not have realised that such things were part of being a writer, and may have wondered if I was slightly loopy, but I see now it was all part of what we are.
My local park (which appears in my current re-work in progress Theatre) provided the setting for a caravan park and I populated the chalets and vans with permanent residents. There were shops and a fairground - no circus though, I wasn't a scary child. My little park was not an exciting place and only everyday things happened there, but I guess it formed part of an early fictitious outing. I never wrote anything down, I played with the people in my head and if I could go back, I'd provide them with some adventures.*
*Note: Cate does not intend to write a story set in a caravan park anytime soon and the size of her park would have swallowed the local park and half of the neighbourhood but logic does not come into play in daydreams.