Why I Write

I’ve always been a writer. As a little girl, I conjured miniature magazines out of scraps of paper. In my early teens, I embarked on my first novel – a story of young romance – and shared chapters with my friends in the school playground.

Later, I penned screeds of execrable love-sick poetry (best consigned to the bin).

In between ‘proper’ jobs, I’d always begin a new work of fiction – until life got in the way again, and I’d set the pages aside. Finally, I took the plunge, gave up the daily grind and moved to a cottage in the country with my imaginary friends.  Being a novelist is a rollercoaster ride into the unknown: exhilarating and rewarding, scary and liberating.

And every day I look forward to doing it all over again.