This is me
I am a writer, currently working within the science fiction genre, promoting the first in a trilogy of futuristic adventures:
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Born in 1971, I cannot remember a time when I did not love to write. From the story about the light at the top of Salisbury Cathedral spire, which I sent to Puffin when I was seven years old, to the Duran Duran fan fiction I distributed around school, aged fourteen and onto a variety of short stories, articles and letters; my writing has led me to the completion of a 112,000 word commercial science-fiction novel:
The Minerva Project. After completing A levels in English Literature, Music and Maths I attended Roehampton University where I gained an Upper Second Class Degree in Drama and English Language. I went on to study for a PGCE in Primary Education, after which I taught in a variety of schools in Battersea, London and the surrounding area. Whilst at university, I met my husband, Jonathan, and in 1997 we moved from London to Somerset where we made our family home and indeed our family – Bethany, born in August of 1998 and Benedict, born February 2001. During the years that I stayed at home to look after our children I studied creative writing through evening classes and with The Writers’ Bureau correspondence course. Following the publication of a few letters and articles and my first attempt at writing a full length novel, I returned to teaching in 2006. Although I never stopped writing completely, often in the shape of diaries, poems and short stories, I decided to write a novel earlier this year. Inspired by a friend who gave up her teaching career to pursue her dreams of becoming an artist, I set about the task in an organised and methodical way, completing the first draft in three months. Although continuing to teach part time, I intend to devote the rest of my time to building up my writing experiences and enjoying exploring this particular creative outlet. Writing is what I love and this is what I do. |
Find news, reviews, blogs and extracts from The Minerva Project here.
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A few people saw it; one or two
insomniacs, imagination overtaking logic in the silence of the dark. Nothing
really made sense then anyway. A small group of would-be drop-outs, illegally
trespassing beyond the safe zone, mildly fazed on an artificially induced
chemical reality; they noticed, but its immediate effect had no meaning within
their existentialist dialogues and kaleidoscopic highs.
And then… nothing. |