My passion for writing has been inside me since I was a small child. Doing well in school was a given for me, with English and drama my specialties.

I have a mind that is never still and as a child I suffered from convulsions. Doctors said it was from over-excitement, and on numerous occasions I awoke in hospital after having a fit.

Over the years I learnt to channel that excitement and energy into my writing -- much better than the valium I was prescribed as a ten-year-old child. Luckily the medicating didnt last long, and without it my mind was free to run amok and somersault with words and stories to its heart's content once more. By the time I was twelve, I had grown out of convulsing, and all seemed good.

Married just before my 18th birthday, with two children by my 19th, life was a little different from the one I had imagined. I had
always seen myself in the power suit, with a briefcase in hand, going off to conquer the world, but I couldn't have been further from it. Living with the man of my dreams and two beautiful daughters filled me up. Yet, while I loved the family, sometimes there was something missing. I think that was just me: not the wife, not the mother, but just me, the woman.

Throughout the years my writing has also been a constant companion, both comfortable and calming. It allows me to have something solely for me, a place to escape with my thoughts and words, and to put on the page what is in my heart.

Thirty years on in my marriage, with grown girls and a grandchild, and my first book, Women I Adore, published, life is awesome.