If you could be a character in any novel you've ever read, who would you be and why?
I would be Angelique – there are a series of books written about her by Sergeanne Golon, Serge and Anne Golon. Their books were set in France in the era of Louis XIV. She is wild, exciting, attractive and seductive. She has adventures with Kings and Sultans but the real love of her life is her husband who she was forced to marry, Joffrey de Peyrac, who at first scared her but whom she grew to love.
Does Prince Charming exist?
Yes, I think Prince Charming exists but not in the way fairy tales depict. I think he is the kind of man who will do anything for the woman he loves. He looks at her with love even when she doesn’t know he is looking. He doesn’t waltz around in dress uniform with epaulettes on his shoulders and a sword swinging by his side. He is a real man who has faults like any other.
What is your most embarrassing moment?
I’m sure I have more than enough of those but the one that springs to mind is the most recent.
I work in a motorcycle training school as an office manager, until recently the students who came to do their CBT (Compulsory Basic Training)courses sat in my office/classroom. I was chatting with some colleagues prior to the class starting. Someone mentioned a previous student who thought the course would only take a few hours, I piped up with “You think that’s bad, I had someone who came in the other day who wanted to book in at 4pm!” Without boring you senseless with work-related information, the course generally lasts for a whole day.
The course started; I was sat at my desk tapping away on my laptop. I happened to glance up and noticed one of the students. With a sinking feeling, I realised that he was the guy I had been describing a few minutes ago to my colleagues. It was the only time in my life when I wished that Morton Harket would put a hand out of the screen and pull me into the laptop (For anyone who doesn’t understand that reference- UTUBE Take on Me by A-ha)
Listener or talker?
Both. I can talk for England but when I shut up for long enough I have been told that I am a very good listener.
What was the first live concert you ever attended?
The first concert I went to was Guns ‘n Roses at Wembley Stadium in the early ‘90s. I went with a couple of friends, Michelle and Barry. We headed straight to the front, having arrived early we settled in for a long wait. When the support band came on Barry decided to leave the crowd and find a seat. Michelle and I stayed put. As the time came for Guns ‘n Roses to come onto the stage, there was a monumental surge from the crowd. I handled it for so long and then decided to join Barry. I walked off and then struggled to find Barry and then remembered that Michelle had my train ticket and money in her “bum bag”. It could have ended rather badly, this was before mobile phones were part of our daily existence. Eventually, we were all reunited and I was able to breathe again. Walking from Wembley to Brentford wouldn’t have been my idea of fun!
If you could take five things to a deserted island, what would you take?
1. Kindle (filled to bursting with books)
2. Laptop (I need to write, right?)
Lifetime supply of sun lotion (sun worshipper)
A man (has to be desirable, creative, good company and more than anything else able to channel the forces of nature to power my laptop and kindle.)
What is your favourite holiday?
The Caribbean, I love the laid back feeling there, the heat, the white sands and more than anything the clear aqua seas. I can sit there for hours looking out at the sea. I holiday alone each year (not always the Caribbean) as I love spending quality writing time. I use the days to read, sunbathe and do very little and then by night over a cocktail or glass of wine or two I write, write and write some more. People ask me how I can do it…easy I love it. Yes, I am that woman who sits alone in a restaurant. No, it doesn’t bother me as much as it bothers those who watch me.
I’m also not there to meet a man much less steal someone else’s…I am there alone so I can write. I do like meeting people, having a chat, getting to know people maybe even joining them for a drink or a meal but not to spend the whole holiday with them. I reiterate I wish to spend quality alone to write. Sorry, that wasn’t meant to come out as a rant. J
As Dreams Are Made On:
Matty Taylor: a beautiful young woman is starting out in her new life with her husband. Plagued by visions that seem all too real she seeks advice from the Gypsy at the local fair.
Donald Taylor: cannot believe his luck when Matty agrees to marry him. A methodical, down to earth, man who requires irrefutable evidence to believe in the existence of anything.
Thomas Trevelyan: Enigmatic and exciting but with an agenda of his own.
Matty is pulled from her life in the 21st Century into a frightening dream world where Thomas Trevelyan rescues her from a crowd of angry peasants and spirits her off to his secluded house in the woods.
Frightened when he cannot wake Matty from her sleep Donald has to start challenging the way he thinks in order to get her back.
If Thomas can win her heart, he will be a step closer to obtaining the ultimate prize but he has to contend with the echoes of her real life endeavouring to lure her back.
Two men lay claim to her affections but who will be the victor?
I think I was about eight years old when I knew I wanted to be an author. I would tap away on an old typewriter; I was excited beyond belief when I got a new one for a birthday. I devoured books, head continually buried inside. Enid Blyton at that time was the most inspiring of authors as she took me away from my world and placed me into the ones she’d created. (The authors, that inspire me now can be found in the main menu bar.)
I wrote whenever I could, at school in break-time and any creative writing tasks in English were my personal Utopia. I even used to read my stories aloud to whoever would listen. I discovered that I too could create worlds to escape to of my own making. That was a powerful discovery, a drug, an addiction to which I have no intention of curing at rehab!
Life got in the way as it inevitably does. I have a son who has a learning disability and very complex behavioural needs. For many years, he had to be my main focus. Eventually, I was able to start thinking about writing again, and I threw myself into it with a vengeance.
“As Dream Are Made on” is the first short story I have in the public domain, followed up by “A Lifetime or a Season” I do, however, have a number of short stories, novellas and novels in the pipeline at varying stages of completion that I am very excited about. I hope to be able to publish them soon. I hope you will read and enjoy doing as much as I have enjoyed writing them.
The actual act of writing is a very solitary experience, but there is nothing more satisfying than when you have poured every part of yourself into your writing, and you are left drained, but euphoric. I will never forget the look on the face of an overly confident, good-looking guy I met on holiday. I was in the middle of a really good writing session, the words were flowing faster than my pen could write, I was desperate to get it all down on paper before it was lost. He interrupted that flow as he sought to engage me with his rather cheesy chat up lines. It was inevitable…I chose my writing over him. What can I say other than the urge to write is strong and I am but a willing slave.