One of the earliest memories I have is of being in tears because I wanted to learn how to read but my first year teacher thought I 'wasn't ready'. Eventually, after my Grandma had a word, I was taught. This is going back a few years and thankfully things have changed. All kids are now encouraged to learn words, rather than set back.
From the moment I started reading I couldn't stop. The images books gave me in my head were much more exciting and realistic than any thing I watched on TV. I loved the magical places they would take me, the wonderful characters I would meet.
My Grandma told me that I sat just like my Great Gran when I read: leaning forward with the book perched on the end of my knee and my toes pointing in the opposite directions.
Writing followed shortly after the reading; I wanted to make up my own places and characters. I wanted people to come on my magical journeys, become lost in my imagination.
My favorite thing as a kid was a new jotter and pen. On a Friday night my mum would be sitting at the kitchen table in my grandmother's house with her glass of wine, and I would be sitting there beside her with my pen, writing about make believe people. Of course the people were very real to me.
I have tried different genres but I find that writing for children suits me most. Having three children of my own as well as being a respite carer means I'm always hearing what they like, what they want to read, what excites them and what they find 'boring'.
With my stories I hope to make them laugh, cry, and love make believe, but most of all, to encourage them to read more.
I now live in a small village in Scotland with my partner, my three children and my two dogs.