I love words. I love the way you can convey so much with just a collection of letters on a page. I've been a 'scribbler' for as long as I can remember, forever starting stories and failing to finish them, but seeing them gradually grow more and more ambitious and longer in length until one day I was able to type 'The End'.
I then discovered I'd made the mistake of writing a fantasy adventure without a villain.
Nothing daunted, I learnt from the experience and carried on writing. Outside the world of my word processor, I struggled with depression, left teaching, moved to Switzerland, started a new job, learnt a lot of new words (in French of course!), found myself out of work... but the stories kept on coming.
Several draft novels later, I read a newspaper article about the issue of 'spare' frozen embryos created during the IVF process, and the dilemma faced by those couples leapt off the page and into my imagination.
Two and a half years later, I published LIVES IN LIMBO, my first 'polished' novel.
Now I'm back in England, volunteering two days a week in a charity shop that makes me feel as if I'm on an episode of Bargain Hunt, and working on my second novel... watch this space!