My Life in 8 Words
Q. What is your motto or maxim?
A. One day at a time.
Q. If you could eat only one thing for the rest of your days, what would it be?
A. Nuts of all types.
Q. How would you describe perfect happiness?
A. Happiness for me, is a choice. You can wake up and think, am I going to be happy or sad today? Too simple? Perhaps, but with practice it works.
Q. What are your 5 favorite songs?
A. Tracks of My Tears, Unchained Melody, Some Say Love, Changes, Morningtown Ride
Q. With whom in history do you most identify?
A. Lady Barbara Skelton - better known as the fabulous 17th century socialite, the Wicked Lady!
December 01, 2015I’m delighted to be able to tell you that Kobo are selling Together for Christmas through December at 99p! This is a fabulous promotion, a marvellous opportunity to start reading my books at a really low price. I’m very happy that Kobo have chosen Together for Christmas as this novel is set during the Great War and is my centenary anniversary book to celebrate such a memorable occasion. The characters fairly leaped off the page as I wrote. Flora, Hilda and Will, my central orphaned characters, are set for a very uncertain future. Needless to say, they take their East End resilience with them, promising that one day, they will... see more
September 23, 2015Thursday 24th September is publishing day for my second of the series Lizzie Flowers dramas, THE FIGHT FOR LIZZIE FLOWERS. I’ve never written a series before, so I’m excited to see Lizzie back among her East End contemporaries and giving the villains of London’s underworld a run for their money. So that’s where she is; conducting business deals and securing her turf, never one to back down in the face of adversity. But much to my own surprise as I drew the curtains apart at the start of the book, a shadowy figure stepped on the stage and threw a spanner into works. Oddly enough, I had thought I’d find Lizzie much more in... see more
September 10, 2015The noun ‘costermonger’ has its origin in the 16th century ‘Costard and Monger’ meaning apple seller. I’m sure my paternal costermonger grandfather who was born and worked all his life in the East End would not have been surprised to know that, three centuries earlier, an apple seller just like him and with a barrow just like his, would have trodden the self same streets, crying ungrammatically “Apples a pound, pears,” and supping his tankard of ale with the same lust for life as Granddad did his Guinness.
Costermongers have a unique place in British history and Granddad was proud of his ancestry. But... see more