The baby is a year old, and though he is not sleeping through the night, I’m finally starting to feel like my own person again. This littlest one of ours has had the most demanding baby year, or perhaps it has been harder for us all because he has had to slot into the needs […]

I’ve dreamt about this moment for so long, willed it to happen, worked hard for it, and now it is here, I’m spinning with excitement and fear. My first novel, All the Tomorrows, is due to be released in less than three months on 6 November 2017. Three months of happy dances, but also nail-biting, […]

Spring is here Here in London, spring is finally in the air. The daffodils are in full bloom. In some ways it feels like I am coming out of hibernation. The youngest member of our brood is now three months old, and during the dark and dreary winter months we’ve been cocooned inside with the […]

When I was a child I hid under the covers after lights out with a pen torch, determined to finish one more chapter. I took books with me into the loo because I couldn’t bear to be away from the characters for a few minutes. I read in jumps and starts on car journeys when […]

This post first appeared on Indie Book Promo. A special thanks to the #MondayBlogs family: Rachel Thompson, Barb Drozdowich, Kate Tilton, Will van Stone Jr. It took the birth of my daughter six years ago for my dreams of becoming an author to crystallise. I’d always devoured books and studied literature at university but as my […]

This post was inspired by @JEdwardPaul, who posted a link to a spoken word piece by Mark Grist called ‘Girls Who Read’. My man and his reading habits The last time my husband read a book we were on honeymoon. That was five years ago. In the intervening years the most I’ve seen him read […]

Some of my earliest memories are of long, joyous hours alone in my bedroom with magical characters and their imaginary worlds.  The first book I fell head over heels in love with was Roald Dahl’s Matilda.  I read indiscriminately as a child, borrowing books from friends and libraries and secretly from my mother’s bedside cabinet.  […]