LYNDI SCOTT

Hello, my name is Lyndi Diane Scott. I am proudly South African, a writer-musician, and a devoted attendant to three energetic children. My country is home to eleven official languages, seascapes, massive mountains, big sky country, tribal villages, vineyards, whales, sharks, the Cradle of Humankind all held together by an incredible network of small towns and fine roads. The kaleidoscope of cultures that is my background deeply affects the stories I write; as does music - I am a professional pianist and have spent a large portion of my career travelling the world, piano in toe. I am a terrible tourist - I pack far too many items of clothing and a large assortment of unnecessary shoes; my camera is a constant ornament around my neck, my hands ceaselessly notate tidbits of information from the world around me. You'll recognize me as the annoying girl who asks too many questions, who runs from museum to tourist attraction in quick succession. I cannot help my curiosity - I am on a lifelong expedition; I won't settle for the shell, I want to see, taste and smell whats hidden inside.

 

It is obvious to anyone how adventurous and full of life I am, yet I'm not extraordinary, not imperfect; I love more than anything to laugh. I have been young, and now am not too old. My heart knows not neutrality, ever full of passion, intensity, impudence and energy. I've lived a life of great and terrible moments; suffered and later embraced clinical depression in my late teens after the accidental death of my sister. I am awfully stubborn and often irrational, sometimes speaking too loudly or too softly or not enough. I'm a complicated girl with simple needs - I need my books and time to read, to write and hours to sit and practice classical masterpieces on my piano. I am deeply compassionate, most often loving and kind, less frequently I can be cold, closed-off and hard to understand.

 

I have the careless dignity of someone too preoccupied with the serious matter of writing and motherhood to know or care what I look like; I do however think I have important hair and the slightest sadness in my eyes. I am a touch of Oleander and a smidgen of Nightshade - both beautiful, both dangerous when ingested.

 

My journey into the world of writing began in earnest a year ago when I happened upon an arcane, unassuming facebook page, Writers World. It is through the mentorship from the fellow writers and LA editor Randall Andrews affiliated to this page, that I now find myself writing to you.