A Life of Writing

I began writing before I could hold a pen. Before I knew the alphabet. In my head I always made up stories. I remember sitting in the back of the car aged three while we drove through Wales, so small I could barely see over the window edge. For me, the trees were people, and the clouds were animals, and the sky their world.


Once my sisters Claire and Grace, and my brother Colin, arrived we made up stories together, inventing elaborate scenarios for our games, which we then played over and over, escaping a disruptive and at times difficult childhood, with our parents’ divorce and mental health issues, and stays in a local orphanage.


At school I started my own magazine to rival the school mag. I wrote my first full novel at fourteen. Then I got pregnant at nineteen – during my A Levels, no less – which meant everything was on hold while I looked after my son Conor. But I always wrote in notepads. Always had ideas. Always dreamed. Always had this feeling I was supposed to be a writer.


After I had my daughter Katy – inspired by being a mum – I wrote a few articles about my experiences and sent them to the local newspaper. An editor there liked them so much he offered me my own weekly column. And so began Working Mum, which lasted ten years, and garnered some love and hate responses.


When our house was destroyed during the UK 2007 floods, and Katy got diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes, I gave up my day job in travel to care for her and rebuild our lives. I had more time to write. I wrote short story after short story, dipping into my past, and into my darker imagination. I eventually sent some out. The first rejection made me cry. But slowly I began being accepted by magazines, and winning prizes.


This acceptance gave me the confidence to start my first novel in 2007, Maria in the Moon, which was inspired by my work at the Samaritans, and being flooded. It was a cathartic experience. It got me an agent but she couldn’t sell it or my next novel, The Mountain in my Shoe. When she retired in 2014 I was on my own again. But I’m a fighter as a well as a dreamer. A short story I’d written called How to be Brave, that was inspired by me helping Katy through her diabetes injections, shortlisted for the Bridport Prize. I knew it wanted to be a novel.

In 2013 I began. It was the most intense, difficult and rewarding thing I’d written. I felt this book would be the one. There were times when the grandfather I was writing about came to me in dreams and gave me words for the story. But getting it out there would take some doing. I got rejection after rejection after rejection. I couldn’t get an agent and couldn’t therefore get a publisher. Then on 9th February 2015 Orenda books said they loved it. I was overjoyed.

Then all my previous three books that had been rejected were published in the following three years. I continued writing, adding Call Me Star Girl, I Am Dust and This Is How We Are Human to my works. During the intense lockdowns of 2020 I wrote my memoir Daffodils, and a dytopian fiction called End of Story. This book got me my agent, Emily Glenister, another high in my career. Look out for more news as I go into this new stage of my career…