I once accidentally became a travelling performer. At school, my English teacher marched me from classroom to classroom to read out a funny homework story. By the fifth reading, I was thoroughly sick of my own voice.
I talk to my characters. Out loud. They don't always behave, but they do answer back in their own way.
I write almost every day. Two to three hours, like clockwork. It's become a habit I don't want to miss. Holidays can be an inconvenience when I have stories in my head waiting to be written.
I love a good puzzle. Which is probably why writing appeals to me so much. When the story pieces click together, it's bliss.
I've always been a night owl. Give me good company, a glass or two of the shampoo and a reason to dance, and I'll happily claim my title as the queen of the party.
I'm a shameless eavesdropper. Only for character research, of course. People are endlessly fascinating.
I have a soft spot for history. Iron Age Britain, especially. Researching it for my books has been one of the great joys of my writing life.
I began my first novel at 70. Covid handed me the time on a silver platter. What better moment to start than when you finally know who you are?
I love moments of real-life absurdity. Like friends accidentally attending the wrong funeral: the spark that lit The Black Funeral Hat.
I'm already plotting my next adventure. A story set in Iron Age Britain featuring Julius Caesar. Once a history lover, always a history lover.