I grew up in North-west Kent in a village that has left me with an affection for plain places. From the moment I learnt to read I also wanted to write. I seized all opportunities - from poems and stories to school and university essays, anything that would keep a pen in my hand. Yet I was over forty when I first took the plunge into serious writing with a novel, This was followed by three more, which were all carefully stashed at the back of a cupboard.
Poetry came later and with it publication in a wide range of magazines. 'Woman on the moon' was short-listed for the Forward best single poem 2004. I was a member of the Poetry Business Advanced writing School, one of the best bits of education of my life whose effects are still with me.
I have now two collections of poetry and a novel working its way towards publication.
As I've gone on writing I've discovered things to love:
hot-dogs made of marzipan in a confectioner's window in Nuremberg - I couldn't resist them.
the out-of doors -
an ancient pine forest,
places of many kinds, old houses, language, its texture and flow, its sound the way it can fill the mouth
All of these are things not used directly but tending to rise as words get going.