Karen began writing at school during her English lessons where her teacher highlighted her talent for writing and creativity.
Initially, she had little interest in reading let alone writing and had already dropped her English literature GCSE exam. One evening Karen sat with a pad of lined paper and a sharp pencil and began a story for her English class. The story was intended to be a short, three page work which turned into thirty and her first teen horror story was complete; The Milkman.
Teen horror proved an incentive for her to write and a complete selection of short story's were compiled before boys happened.
When Karen met her first love in 1999 she didn't even contemplate the possibility of writing again until she had a daughter. All the memories of her first love came flooding back and she needed to get it onto paper. So many strange meetings and unusual coincidences that she believed there to be more to the reason behind meeting the boy in the music room.
Her first Published book, BoyGirl, went on to kindle in 2013 after starting it almost 10 years previously.
“Both sides of the story had to be written and getting us both in the same place at the same time without upsetting anyone was a challenge” Karen Philpott 2017
Karen is now married and has a beautiful daughter, step daughter and son and a step granddaughter to be proud of and works part time with dementia residents in a care home in Marlbrough, Wiltshire.
Originally from Surrey, her entire family picked up sticks to leave for Wiltshire shortly after her beloved nan passed away.
Karen now spends most of her time writing or playing with her two dogs and two cats in the Wiltshire countryside.
Where to find Karen Philpott online
VideosBoyGirl © Karen Philpott 2013
My first book in one minute.The Sleepover © Karen Philpott 2002
Ghost stories for teens where fact meets fiction and history meets legend
Out 19th May 2017
by Karen Philpott
My 13th birthday sleepover wasn't exactly what I had planned but we found ourselves alone, in the darkened room with little more than smoking embers from the fire to light our faces. Loaded with cake and crisps, the five of us began telling ghost stories we'd heard about the local Mill pond and the Devils Punch Bowl among other ghostly tales; grey ladies, demonic limbs and heads will roll!
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