I'm 23 years old, a perfect size 10 with long blonde hair and - oh no, that's not me but Mel, the main character in my current work in progress. Mel's been taking over my head now for the last couple of weeks and as she's always truthful to the point of bluntness, I'd better come clean before she shops me.
If you glance at the picture on my Home Page you'll see I'm not 23 years old, nor a perfect size 10. But hey, they're only numbers. I wouldn't swap jobs with Mel - or anyone else come to that - because I reckon I've got the best job in the world. When I'm writing I can be a trainee journalist one week, a brain surgeon or train driver the next. Who knows? I might even be a rich and famous author one day.
I live in a small mid-Somerset village with my husband with one very spoilt and often badly behaved Dalmatian, Jemima (cute picture below) who appears frequently in my stories. So, too, do my husband, family, friends and most of the people in my village - only don't tell them! (Sadly, we lost our other Dalmatian, Rocky, back in August 2009. His picture is still on my Home Page because I can't bring myself to delete it. He was thirteen and a half years old and we still miss him like crazy. There is and probably always will be a big, Rocky-shaped hole in my heart.)
I have two grown up sons, two gorgeous daughters-in-law and three beautiful grandchildren : Ellie, George and - the most recent arrival - Robert Edward who thoroughly messed up his Mum and Dad's Christmas by arriving, a week late, on New Years Eve. I'm totally besotted!
