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A long, long, long time ago, in a place known as Planet Kooky, a girl with boofy hair and an unusual eye was begot to a YOUGE family. It was the late sixties/early seventies. Even cars were big. So was the hair:

The babe adored attention from an early age. She bathed nude, for future internet publicity. Her name was Rosemary. People called her Puddin’, Rosie, Rosey, Rose, Rose-bud, Rosey-Posey, Ossie, Rosey-Anne, Rosemar-ee (and more!)

She got very confused. So she wore a strange hat and t-shirt and pretended she was a boy.

Just before the 80s hit, she realized she was, in fact, a girl. It didn’t stop her from wearing ties to school and being voted the ‘best drop kicker for a girl’ in her neighbourhood.

As the years passed, Rosemary decided that she LOVED the sound of her own voice.

She tried DJing, waitressing, teaching, tutoring, coaching, performing first aid for well-developed sporting teams. In recent times, she’s turned her hand to writing fiction.

Rosie Jones writes for a living hobby. She types on her computer daily, enters writing competitions, writes online, writes in blogs, writes for self-publication, tries to write for the masses, writes to find an agent, writes to live, will probably die trying to write. She divides her days between part-time work, full-time mumsying and any-time writing.

She loves doing this and has been making up stories since she started talking (although her parents called them ‘lies’).

For more information on the original writing of Rosie Jones, please click to Rosie’s Writes.