There was no stopping me, growing up. With three younger sisters to tell stories to, my cardboard box of fully illustrated, side-sellotaped pocket books filled up in no time. Tree dryads, foxes and smugglers caught my imagination at an early age, most likely due to avid reading of The Lord of the Rings, Fantastic Mr Fox, and a variety of adventure tales from Kidnapped and Catriona to Jamaica Inn.
I developed a penchant for dramatic writing tempered by my degree in English Literature, a nudge towards a subtler, more atmospheric approach.
Travelling in my twenties, while still happy to bunk down in a bare room with the odd cockroach climbing the wall, I lived and worked with people around the world whose kindness and hospitality, despite hardship and trauma, were astonishing. When I got home to London and settled into full-time work, I grew, like my great-aunt before me, into a determined advocate of social inclusion and tolerance, working with older and disabled people and a wide range of multi-cultural groups.
My road to publication began with my grandfather's account of his sister's life, long conversations with my grandmother and an incredible treasure trove of letters. From there, A THIN SHEET OF GLASS evolved.