If you need to find me on any weekday morning, then I’m usually to be found in the far corner of my favourite cafe, with a large black coffee in one hand, and a ballpoint pen in the other. I spend each and every morning immersed in thoughts of all things kinky, thoroughly enjoying the fact that my fellow caffeine sippers have no idea what I’m writing.
The locals all assume I’m either studying for another degree, virtuously writing children’s stories, or am deeply engrossed in the world’s longest shopping list.
The way I make a living is a constant source of surprise to me, as I should really be stowed away in a dusty university library somewhere, making some use of my collection of degrees, writing learned papers on Medieval England. I swear that at no point on the suggested careers list I was given at university did it say, “This girl should write erotica”…
After seven years of compiling novels, short stories, poems, and reviewing other peoples work, I can say without doubt, that there is NO going back for me. Once writing has you in its power you are at its mercy for life. It doesn’t pay well, it leads to constant disappointment, and it takes over every other thing you do - but when the publisher says “Yes,” and the occasional unexpected royalty cheque arrives in the post, it suddenly all seems worthwhile, and I LOVE IT!!
