I have always enjoyed creative writing but I had never thought about taking it seriously until a few years ago. Since then I have been on a steep learning curve trying to take in everything that is the world of writing. I am currently studying for my BA Honours in English Literature and Creative Writing, plodding along with my first novel City Moths and raising two beautiful monsters in the little town of Hungerford, UK.
I was diagnosed with dyslexia in secondary school but have learnt techniques to help me carry on without it causing too much effort, however, I also suffer from anxiety disorders that are not as easy to control. I was given a boost over my self-doubt a few months ago when I discovered one of my favourite authors also suffers from a similar anxiety, if he can make it then I stand a chance to get half as far and I’ll take that.
I don’t want to be famous for my work or rich (although I wouldn’t reject either), all I would like is to be traditionally published and hold my book in my hands, to really make my day I would love if someone read it and enjoyed it.
All my books, written or unwritten, flops or published, will always be dedicated to my stupid moose of a husband. He’s always there for me no matter what crazy thing I attempt next.