Shit Happens is my first published work under the pen name of Doona Moolands. The book is basically a collection of chapters detailing the foibles and missteps during the course of my every day; except the incidents are not so every day. In this book, I have stepped outside my comfort zone and slipped into chronic over-share mode in a warts and all account of these events. From the stupid things I did or endured in my childhood to the introduction of my husband and children in my life, right up to present day where I am back at work. Sadly, I am still living future chapters for the next book as incidents continue to happen to me. Right now as I write this, I ve just had a Shit Happens moment where I sent a comical text peppered with expletives and innuendo to my sister, but had mistakenly sent it to someone else with the same name, with whom I have a professional relationship. So all of a sudden I have been thrust into that outer body feeling as the colour drains from my face, my heart starts to thud heavily in my chest and I try to recover my equilibrium just long enough to piece together an apology that will go some way into explaining the mishap and hopefully gaining an acceptance of the apology. I guess this is going to be my lot in life, always. As a newly published Author, there is much angst that goes into writing a book of anecdotes like this as other people are inevitably woven into the tales. I have given the characters who feature heavily in this book, my husband and children, Superhero names. All other family members have been given names that are either suited to their behaviour, appearance or status in the family. I have gone to this measure to protect their identity… and to ensure I don t drag everyone down into my own private hell with me. All of the events and occurrences in the book have actually happened to me and have been written about from my, albeit unorthodox, perspective. My written work is much like my verbal telling of tales, so those who know me will be picturing me animatedly reliving the incident they are reading about. An abundance of laughter has gone into the creation of this book and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed not only living the events but telling them as well.
To describe myself is no easy feat. The first description to escape my mouth would be that I am a short, rotund woman of Australian-Italian descent (mostly Italian in my features) who laughs heartily at not only her own jokes, but her written work as well. This anomaly greatly disturbs my teenage daughter as she watched me laugh my way through the chapters of my first published work. I was actually laughing at the event I had written about, not how it was written, but she continues to frown at my weirdness. Laughter comes very easily to me and the silliest of happenings can reduce me to silent laughter which usually brings with it, tears and the speechlessness. I can laugh at myself, and I don t take myself too seriously. I speak frankly about the things that happen to most of us, and about the things that others would consider unmentionable. I am a chronic over-sharer (missing a filter apparently) and frequently speak before articulating my thoughts, which often leads to embarrassment for me or those around me. Awkward silence is a sound I ve grown used to. I was born and raised in a South Eastern suburb of Melbourne, Victoria, Australia. I am the middle child in a family of three children, an unfortunate position that I milked my entire childhood. My 6ft Father is as Australian as a cattle farmer s dog; my Mother was a small and petite Italian woman who stood all of 4 11 . I grew up in a loving and caring family environment where my oddball behaviour made my family laugh rather than cringe. I enjoy my roles of wife and mother and consider myself a fun person to be around. I can now add the title of Author to my repertoire of achievements.