WENDY WATERS

London 1588: Miriam, a beauty with the voice of an angel, condemned to be burnt at the stake until a handsome stranger offers her immortality, his fee a partnership for all eternity.

I talk to dead people.

I am Australian, musical, creative, curious, author, lyricist, librettist, occasional composer, terrible cook, passionate gardener.

Wendy Waters was born in Australia but lived for six years in America. Waters began life as an actress/singer and her love of theatre and music permeates all her work. She has written four novels and five musicals to date and doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon.

I love Oscar Wilde, nature, animals, words, notes, learning, my grandchildren … not always in that order. My mother, my daughter and my friend Liza are my north, south and east guiding stars, the fixed markers on life’s astrolabe. They are also my anchors and gentle reminders to check in on the crazy old real world once in a while.

So, I guess you’re wondering how and why I talk to dead people. Or not. I have always been able to see them and hear their thoughts and in my darkest hours they have been my light and hope. Everyone should talk to dead people, even if you can’t hear, see or sense them. Just thank them for caring. That goes for angels and guides too, which is why they always play a role in my novels. There is always an otherworldly being hovering over the pages and the staves like an almost-remembered perfume.

My grandchildren, Lily and Charlie, being recent arrivals from the other side, remind me to see the world anew, through the eyes of a child as they reignite the joy and playfulness in me. They remind me life will continue when all the crazies who rule this world have turned to dust. Always look up – you might see an angel.