I love writing. It’s my happy place. Other happy places include my garden and my kitchen, both situated in my uninspiring 70s red brick house in suburban Sydney, Australia. I love eating. I also love my dog, my cat, my chickens, my children and my husband. Mostly. And not always in that order. Some days I spend a great deal of time suppressing the urge to strangle the lot of them. This is because they see it as their God-given purpose to interrupt my favorite activities. Yes, writing, gardening and eating.
Some might describe me as obdurate and cranky. But I like to see it as being mis-understood. A rough diamond. A heart of gold. I am immensely pleasant on the inside.
To my mother’s eternal startlement I am the author of two novels and a couple of short stories. I also have another couple of books slowly making their way through the publication process. My pathway to publication was beyond usual. I went from never-written-a-word to published in nine months, I have books in bookshops all over the US, but have never actually seen them, and I am incapable of following guidelines when it comes to writing anything. Especially biographies.:)