I love quirky characters - skeletons, ghosts, machines, inventors, alligators, aliens, insects, pirates - especially when they are mixed up with weird happenings and a tiny bit of magic. When I was little, running round our big back garden on the Isle Of Wight, I wanted to be in Robin Hood's band or go on adventures like Alices's. People in books were funny, scary, sad or warm-hearted, mysterious or magical. They felt real and I made up my own stories before I could write.
After that, I wrote them for myself, then for my daughter, and now for my granddaughter - and I still write them for that little girl who had adventures in the big back garden. I've never truly grown up.
My stories are being illustrated, and published.
So lots more to come.
Now I live in Surrey with my daughter, son-in-law and my granddaughter. I used to have a dog called Paddy, a budgie called Ringo, a rabbit called Flipper, a cat called Issy and lots of chickens. We don't have pets at the moment, but we want a dog later on. Lots of animals creep into my stories and they're always fun and magical to have around.
Who knows what is really real and what isn't?