As a child I loved to read, a passion stemmed from a desire to know what lay in the leaves that kept my mother so enchanted for hours on end. She used to take me to the library once every few weeks and check out about six books each time, usually period dramas. She always encouraged me to read and introduced me to the works of Enid Blyton's Famous Five. I then challenged myself to read every book in the children's section of the library.
Between the pages of the books I read I would becomes lost in the worlds of the characters to the point of being oblivious of all else around me. The only way I would find my way transported back was to finish the book or to be shocked back to reality by a pinch for my mother after she tired calling for my attention.
I have never stopped reading, but now I have grown to become one who also writes. I find it to be extremely theraputic medium of expression. Major influences? Funnily enough, Myspace. I couldn't stand having an empty blog! Whereas writing used to be a personal outlet, friends would compliment me on my writing style and encourage me to write stories. I never really took it to heart until one friend in particular piqued my interest by way of a challenge. I rose to it and thus was born my first novel.