I was born in Newtownards, just outside Belfast, but much less exciting. I grew up with the conviction that I was going to be a writer, but threw it all away at 17 to run off to the other side of the country to rainy Fermanagh to attend agricultural college where I gained an HND, BSc and a certificate in various pseudo-veterinary equine related subjects.
Having decided that horses weren’t as much fun as people made them out to be, I upped sticks and took myself back home where I studied for postgrad in communications at QUB. This was the step that made me realise that I really should be writing, and it was during this time that I started to write again, publishing some articles, mostly academic in nature, and eventually a novella.
But having a baby meant I had to go back to work if I wanted to continue living indoors, so that’s what I did, and jobs in shops, bars, blood banks, call centres, labratories and eventually a civil service job which doubled my salary and the hours meant I had time to write more. During this time I started studying for a BA in Literature with the Open University, and this year I started an MA in Professional Writing at Falmouth, but it’s okay, because sleep is highly overrated anyway.
Currently I live with my daughter, our dog, an aging cat and The Stupidest Kitten In The World.
Right now I’m working on a new book and this year I got involved with a new TV produduction that has allowed me to move into a new medium. Exciting times.
And so there we are.