I've been writing for years now. I finish a novel and then I'm on to the next, excited to be on a new adventure. I don't stick to genres or target markets, so I've probably 'shot myself in the foot' as they say. I say 'I don't care', as I just love to write. The ideas pour out and sometimes I'm not able to type fast enough, my fingers a blur and when I look up at the screen, it is a mass of red where I've hit the wrong key. Someone else writes it all. It's not me and I have to read it all back slowly to see what they've written. On occasions, I'm shocked. Who is the person in my head who wrote that?
I write for kids, YA, adults. I dabble in future visions of our
world, thrillers, chick-lit. I have nine novels finished, apart
from the endless editing (so far) and I'm well on my way with my
After attending Central School of Art and Design where I somehow acquired a degree in Graphic Design, I moved onto making furniture for a charity. This led to Covent Garden Craft Market, where I designed and made chess and backgammon boards and sold my artwork.
But, life took over and I followed a man abroad, giving up all I had known to travel and work on organic farms across France and Spain. Three years later, I had worked as a builder, artist/craftsperson and even an artists's model.
Returning to England, I became a graphic designer for a children's picture book publisher. Then, a move to Brighton took me back to my woodworking days, as a joiner for a small company. The experience of also looking after kids with emotional/behavioural problems led me to become a Design Technology teacher.
Sixteen years later, I gave up teaching to concentrate on my writing. So here I am.