Teacher. Writer.  Academic.  Word lover. 


And now: an emerging literary translator, proofreader and copy-editor.

I have both academic and more general editing and proofreading experience and will treat your words and thoughts with care and respect.

 

    A blurry evening view of my bookshelves - a magical light on the imagination's harbour   

 

A blurry evening view of my bookshelves - a magical light on the imagination's harbour

 

In love with language

I grew up speaking two languages, English and Dutch, at least till I went to school. 

I was immersed in the rhythms of Latin each Sunday during the Mass.

My father often worked abroad and I spent my school holidays wherever his work was: Holland, Belgium, Germany...  And when I couldn't visit him there, then I made imaginary journeys to Libya, or Borneo, or perhaps to faraway Mars.  When my father learnt German or French or Arabic or Malay, I would read his Teach Yourself books and test the new words on my tongue.

Dutch is my mother's tongue and to her I will always be grateful for the gifts of life and language.  English is my father's tongue and to him I will always be indebted for the urge to dig deeper and explore.

English is the element I swim in, but Dutch is the constant coastline, always on my horizon. 

I have dabbled my toes in other waters too: Spanish, Italian, Chinese, Japanese, Persian...

 

    Magic carpet - as a child such carpets always made me want to fly...      

 

Magic carpet - as a child such carpets always made me want to fly...

 

 

IN LOVE WITH WORDS...

so much so that I can sit and stare at the word in the back of my mind for minutes and minutes, time suspended...

a simple word like 'flower' has weight, and colour, texture, length and sound...

a simple word pays out a chain of words, separate yet interconnected...

Flower.

                  Tower.

Lighthouse. 

                                  Journey. 

                                                         Delighted.

Welcoming.

                                 Delicacy.

                                                                             Well concealed. 

Open.

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IN LOVE WITH SILENCE

Without space and silence, the words cannot find shape.

Without a quiet centre, the sentences can't grow.