Stories are about who we are now as well as about who we been in the past, and from
my earliest childhood stories had been forming and building me like the foundations and
bricks in a house. Firstly fairy stories from ladybird books, fantastic illustrations or from
listen with mother on the radio or a weekly comic i would get called play hour.
Sometimes if i was really lucky, stories invented by my dad or my grandma. Somewhere
still in my imagination, there is a boy called tom living in the woods that my grandma
described waiting for grand adventures with me. I remember reading the Narnia books
for the first time when i was about 7 or 8, walking through the wardrobe door in to C.S.
Lewis' stories and watching the beginning of Narnia in the Magician's Nephew when
Aslan calls out all of the animals in to creation from the smooth green turf of Narnian
soil, just like God making all the animals in Eden. Bumps and humps become animals,
breaking out, becoming themselves. The stories didn't stop there, as well as reading
more and more, i studied in english, how to write and to make my own stories and i
brought thousands upon thousands of books which now fill my house. Unlike mysterious
creatures emerging from under the ground, characters and stories have come out of my
own head and grown in to themselves with a life of their own. I've always written, written
as a teen, angst filled fiction and poetry and then in my twenties in the odd five minutes
you get to yourself as a young mum looking after four children and now with the children
all at school and with a computer, i write through the night while every one in the house
sleeps or during the day and it is a real luxury to have time to do this. Now i have written
two full length books, and hopefully my stories will go galloping in to the world one day
part of my future as well as my past.