I was born in the UK, in Lancashire but as a young child moved south for my father's job.

Dad had lots of books, loved poetry and Shakespeare and was good at art. Mum loved  music.. That early introduction to all kinds of art set me on my life track.

I had such a diverse number of interests that I had no idea what I wanted to study so at the last minute, just before the university term started, I made up a portfolio and got a place in Design at the West of England. I wasn't convinced it was to be my life but I learned a great deal and it was worth my time. I should have done fine arts but I knew that path usually led to teaching and I didn't want that. Here too I learned  that evil existed - I had a very different and new design stolen by a large company. I was so shocked I didn't do my usual fiery dragon dance into the CEO's office. Odd that but we didn't have the internet then. Now I would - I'd track them down and give them hell. 

When I finished my course I knew that creepy world wasn't for me., and I still didn't know what to do and getting a job was difficult in those days if you had even an A'level you didn't work in an office (how times have changed) I finally got an office job, temporary of course until I went back to uni and started my career proper. 

I finally found it - I decided to give something back and became a nurse and I fitted right in and loved the feeling of doing something really useful. Unfortunately I hurt my back, told I couldn't go back and had to go into office work again as I waited for my back to improve. And then I knew what I wanted I wanted to do - archaeological  scientific work. I got the application forms but they were never sent in because I met my husband and came to Australia.

I've always had book ideas and poetry came unbidden too as well as art. My husband's hours changed and getting a lift I got to work early and that's when I finished my first books. I knew where they came from, my many diverse interests, but it was terrifying too. I was nothing like writing an essay or the like; no time to follow the rules. I just put my pen down and away it went - .no changes, no what next, no need to think at all. 

Luckily I'm not the sort of person who thinks a goddess was making me write it, or my sanity might never have survived it. But I did and I enjoy the stories in my head as well as the process of writing. Even so all the other stories were all my input, mine alone. Odd that. 

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