I am an Edinburgh-based writer of contemporary realistic fiction, of short stories and of life writing. Before writing full time, I worked as a dietitian and health promoter for the NHS. Then, during a three year career break in Grenoble, France, writing became more important to me, and that was it.
To me, writing means many things: the pleasure (and challenge) of crafting a story, a space I can go to that is purely mine and is not determined by money, the cooperation of others, or the weather. In addition, I generally set my novels in other countries, allowing me the opportunity to spend an afternoon in the lakes and mountains of Switzerland while those around me are enduring yet another blustery, wet Scottish afternoon…
I’ve included photographs in this website because beautiful places inspire me to write. I’m convinced that my passion for writing developed during my time in France, when I was surrounded by mountains and the most glorious, ever-changing light.
More about me:
I have an intense relationship with chocolate. We split for two years, hoping things might become more platonic. Got back together to find that nothing had changed.
My childhood dreams were to swim the English channel and back, to keep a monkey, to fly like a bird and to play tennis at a Wimbledon championship. Decades later I’m resigned to none of these happening.
I lived in Australia and New Zealand for two years. Travelling remains my passion.
After travelling back through Malaysia, Burma, Thailand, Nepal, India and Pakistan, I arrived in London with glandular fever and two bowel parasites, none of which were confiscated. (Customs officers a bit slack that day.)
I wrote my first novel aged 10, a crime story aka Sherlock Holmes, entitled The Missing Piece of Paper. Wish I’d kept it. My ability to devise enticing titles for my novels hasn’t improved.
While living in France, we built a shed in the grounds of our rented cottage, in order to homeschool our son. (The owner benefitted when he subsequently sold the property.)
I do a lot of house and pet sitting, as long as this doesn’t involve getting up at six am to give a dog the first of his four daily walks, or looking after a worm farm.
Wild weather exhilarates me: thunderstorms, heavy snowfalls, torrential rain.
I also love misty light – the most memorable being the purplish light in Srinagar, and more recently, in Shimla.
The more I get into writing, the less of a domestic goddess I become. This doesn’t bode well for the future.
Several years ago, I discovered I had a talent for drumming.
In the absence of a conservatory, I’ve turned our sitting room into a jungle of plants.