Hi! My pen name is Robyna Smith-Keys. I am dyslexic & when I left school to become a hairdresser I could not take appointment without asking clients, how to spell their suburb & name. Now I write books, I hope this confession, encourages people that think they could never do this or that, to step out of their comfort zone. Life is a journey. With my beauty school books/training manuals, I receive lots of thank you notes. When I first started writing books for the beauty industry, there were hardly any books on the subject. Now the market is flooded with them. My nan paid for my dancing lessons, I have made some big dollars from dancing. I won "Queen Of Sydney Harbor" in 1962, also studied Aromatherapy and Architecture. In 1989, I won three major housing industry awards. Without dictionaries and check spell I could not write these books. You simply need to have a desire to design a happy life and the "will" to search for happiness in the right places. The best of life comes from your mind. Be of good character, aim for the impossible dream, be willing to take a chance, be willing to accept criticism, ignore peoples spite and do not ever let a critic stop you in your tracks. When I was twenty-four I told someone, I was very close to, that from 5-10 years of age, her father would climb through my bedroom window and have sex with me. She never responded. When I asked her if she had heard what I said, she replied, "Little girls have big imaginations." Her, & I never mentioned that moment again. She has spread some malicious rumors about me. We went on with our association as though it never happened. I never ever told anyone else of my childhood disaster of hiding under the bed and in my closet, hoping in my silly little child like mind he would not look for me. One night- age ten, I sat up and said to this man. "My dad told me he is going to cut off your penis and tie you by your feet to our tree and leave you there to bleed to death". He fell back out through my window and never ever came near me again. A few days later he had a stroke and never walked again nor could he speak. My dad had not told me that, in fact, my dad never ever was told of my terrible journey. Never ever underestimate the power of words. Some lies, do need to be told for survival reasons but all lies are very damaging to either the receiver or the liar. So do guard your character wisely.