Who am I? Well, most importantly, I am a slightly maddened mother to two outstanding young women, and wife to an extremely tolerant husband. I’ve spent thirty-seven years as a physiotherapist, fixing people’s broken bodies. Recently I retired from that profession to embrace my new love, writing, with a fervour that constantly surprises me.
I love the written word almost as much as I love my family, but I’m also quite fond of cocker spaniels (especially one small, black fiend named Pepper,) domestic rats (in particular my two grand-rats, Charm and Quark,) Irish Dancing, (not me) dragons, Celtic music, and snow.
In my spare time, when I’m not writing, I enjoy mucking about with clay, creating creatures that may or may not live in my stories one day, attempting to play a variety of musical instruments, watching my girls play soccer, and reading. Always, I am reading.
In the past three and a half years I’ve written numerous narrative non fiction pieces, many, many short stories, and two complete novels. There are many other stories still waiting in the wings. Some ideas transistion smoothly and successfully to the page, others not so much.
I’ve learned just enough about the craft of writing to realize I have so much left to learn, but that prospect only excites me.
I invite you all to join me on this magical adventure.