I’ve always loved writing, even when I was a child. But, I was never encouraged to do it. In fact, twice that I know of, something I was writing vanished when I was out at school or somewhere. Stuck on the bonfire no doubt. 😕
Still resisting what my mum wanted me to do (follow her into an office job as a shorthand/typist) I chose to go to catering college for two years and worked in catering for a while. I did end up in an office, because I needed regular working hours for my next career, and I worked in financial services, but I wasn’t really happy.
Move on a few years and I had a supportive husband who funded me to go to university part time. I was balancing being a mum, a wife, working and studying. My hope was with qualifications I could progress in my then career as an adult education tutor and do more for my children. It didn’t quite work out as I hoped, but I enjoyed studying, and writing essays and dissertations fanned my spark of wanting to write, into a flame.
By then, my sons had grown up creating lives and families of their own, so my husband encouraged me to follow my dream, and write a manuscript for a book. So I did. I still lacked courage to research publishing it, and for a few years it sat on my hard drive. Life moved on with tragic events to deal with.
Long story short, I now have my debut story published and the first two books of a series out there and available. I’ve the third in the series written and I will get the fourth done soon. It’s my work in progress.
So that’s why I write. Because I have to, I’m driven to do it.
All I hope is that I find readers who enjoy reading my work and I’m going with the theory that the more books you write and have available, the better the chances of finding readers becomes. 🙏🏻 🤞🏻




