When A Story-Reading Ape tracks you down for an insight; you don’t say no 😉
Writing is a huge part of my life; it’s a part of my personality, a part of what makes me, me. I began writing in my early teens, finding the act of writing both cathartic and liberating. Through the eyes of my characters I was able to explore different worlds, to challenge my own perceptions and to delve deep into the psychology of what makes each of us tick.
I would write reams and reams of stories, line after line of hastily scribbled thoughts borne into the world at the tip of the pencil and then resigned to the cupboard (or attic). There was no hope of publishing, not back in the late 80’s, early 90’s. I managed to purchase a copy of the Writers Yearbook and quickly balked at the idea. I was alone in my written worlds, tucked away in a tiny village in North Devon and too…
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