About

er … this is the hard bit. Actually, I got into writing stories to avoid thinking about myself.

I moved around a lot when I was a child, firstly because my father’s work took him all over the world and secondly because my parents died and I went to live with my grandparents, deep in the Lincolnshire countryside.

School, normal. University, fine. Lived and taught for a bit in the USA … brilliant. Then writing, writing and more writing.

I love researching my stories, am an incompetent planner, get very excited when I get the first paragraph and then, as has been said before, it’s like climbing a long hill. There are good stretches and there are bad stretches and sometimes you fall half way down and have to start climbing again by a different route.

The view from the top, however, is fantastic.

Here’s a picture of my v messy desk and here’s a picture of my dog Jack. He is important because I walk him when I’m stuck.