The first story I remember reading, all by myself, was Rhold Dahl's The Twits. It's a fun tale about an old couple gaslighting each other.
When I was a bit older, my Godmother introduced me to 'The Carpet People' by Sir Terry Pratchett. It's still one of my faves and I plan to read it to my children one day.
I’ve been really inspired by Pratchett’s ability to create vivid images with words, he has to be one of my biggest author influencers.
And finally, I remember reading James Herbert’s, Lair. That book stayed with me for all the wrong reasons. I didn't sleep well for ages although it might have been a tad too old for my young impressionable mind.
I've a writer for a long time, from engineering/technical reports as an engineering technician to risk assessments and patient summaries when I was a mental health nurse.
Now I'm a copywriter and author I can't escape the ideas I have at two thirty in the morning, or the plot twist that comes to me on the school run.
I write at home, in Derbyshire, England, If I wrote somewhere else I'd probably be more productive, but then I wouldn't have these three beautiful people to keep me on my toes.
I'm trying to learn to play the saxophone. Currently, I'm very good at sounding like a farm yard goose having an argument with a cat. So not bad then, yeah?