I was an exceptionally early reader, reading to my small friends, even before I went to school. When I was about 7, I impressed a teacher by telling her that I had read Black Beauty and understood that it was written in the first person. I suppose that an early relationship with literature is bound to lead to a good turn of phrase.
Many years ago I began sending a Christmas Missive to friends and family. I discovered that I liked to write it and found that my contacts enjoyed reading my letters and looked forward to receiving them.
I began editing a local magazine and as part of the job found myself interviewing local personalities. Great fun. I still do it.
It’s a cliche to say that everyone has a book in them. I certainly didn’t think I had the imagination but one day a plot came to me. I sounded out my husband and he thought it was a good idea with a surprising end so I began the long journey of learning the craft of novel writing, trying to fit bits of writing into my days, which were already full to bursting.
Joining classes and writers’ groups I learned more than I bargained for. There’s more to writing a novel than anyone would imagine.
Now my first book is published. What a thrill!