I’ve written all my life. My first story was called “She Told” and was strictly autobiographical, all about how my brothers and sisters were mean to me, and I told on them. That was pretty much it.
My grandmother was impressed and told me I could write, and apparently that was all the encouragement I needed.
I have a crime novel in my bottom drawer with a rather troubled amateur investigator heroine, The Advice Lady, which I’ll release as an ebook fairly soon.
I have no pets. I have in the past had a dog Baxter, a cat Webster (P G Wodehouse fans may get the references), and a guinea pig called Sredni Vashtar (Saki fans may get the reference). I have a number of mice, but as I don’t like to cage animals, I allow them to run free all over the house and to feed on bags of pasta and other foods I have lying around. I also keep pet spiders around the house, and currently a single wasp.
My hobbies are Drop 7, Beethoven, nailbiting and twisting my hair, guilt and doodling.
I live with Motorbike Man, who would actually be my fourth husband, if only I’d had the good sense to marry them all. As it is, I only married the first one, the kids’ dad. The kids are rather mature now, and as far as I can tell, all right, though I am saving surreptitiously for their therapy bills later, as obviously it is All My Fault.