I am a writer. I am a writer who lives in a house in the Cotswolds, with all the usual sort of things you find in a house in this part of the 21st century. I have a daughter, and we have cats. Or, perhaps the cats have us. I am very lucky because not only do I live near a country town with a good independent bookshop, but I work in said bookshop, and have done since 1997. Sometimes I can do yoga without falling over.
I began writing in 2006. 2012 rewarded me with some small success, which made me incredibly happy, proud, and humble. In 2016 I lapsed, and have been living the shadowy, guilt-ridden half-life of the writer who does not write. Now I want to try again, and do better.