This is me…
… well not all the time, maybe less makeup and not so flattering lighting. When I’m not modelling or studying for my English Literature and Creative Writing degree, I’m either home educating my two children, wrestling with a horse-sized husky or seriously procrastinating from doing housework. I love to hike or comb beaches and I am currently madly in love with a T4 camper called Amos (named after a character by James S. A. Corey). In those brief moments, between all this chaos, I write horror.
Why horror? When I was younger my father had an absurd amount of hardbacks. Their glossy black dust jackets and eerie artwork emerging from beneath the large bold font of the name ‘King’. Naturally, I would sneak a peek at the chapters and when nothing jumped out and tried to eat me I actually started to read them (as properly as a 10-year-old could). As someone with dyslexia I could hardly spell (still can’t) and grammar seemed like some alien runes I couldn’t grasp (still don’t), but I could read. I remember the utter disapproval of the teacher in my primary school as I sat reading Pet Semetery white the other children read Point Horror. I don’t recall thoroughly understanding it until secondary school but I understood enough to enjoy it. From there it was a natural progression through the likes of James Herbert and Clive Barker, the new kids like Joe Hill and the originals such as Stoker, Lovecraft, and Poe.
I am as yet, unpublished and unknown.