This picture is more current being one of last christmas with my family.
Hello, I'm Viv Rosser, I would love to get some feedback on my books here.
Who am I?
An Essex girl, that for those of you living outside England, is a county of sad disrepute north east of London.
When I was ten I asked my parents for a typewriter so I could start writing books. No computers then. I also wanted to be a minister and a missionary. I ended up a primary school teacher for a year. But schools were known and I was desperate to discover the unknown, so I went to work for 'The National Children's Homes.' Kids here were so lost the psychologists thought they were brain damaged. They weren't, they just needed a loving relationship. One lovely silent child used to tag around after me. He wanted me to draw superhero's so he could colour them in. Something happened to him. After a daily experience of safely colouring, he changed. The school said he was performing almost normally now. So I went back to school and worked with children who were ostracised for not fitting in. It was the seventies and in those days you could make it up as you went along. Don't knock it, it worked for those kids because everything was centred around their needs.
Ok so having a teaching certificate and an art distinction wasn't enough I got a psychology degree, went on to a Masters course in creative education and started lecturing in psychology. That was fun for several years. Two children had come into my life plus another on the way and I studied Gestalt psychology. I probably learnt more about myself than anybody else. Soon after I visited Osho Leela in Dorset and became, Ma Chetan Sarita, which in Sanskrit means a river of consciousness. I liked the name and wanted to bring it to life. My youngest became nine and since the other two were well old enough to take care of themselves we sold our house and trekked off round the world. The idea of writing returned. My first full book was autobiographical. My son doesn't want to be named and as of yet is it unpublished work.
Now the desire to write came back. Once more in England I went back to help disenfranchised children