I have been working as a freelance writer since 2003. I love history, fantasy, science, animals, cookery and crafts, (to name but a few of my interests) and I write about them all. My aim is always to write factual and entertaining pieces.
Sparrow - My Office Buddy
What has dodgy knees, wonky eyes, and a tendency to steal your cup of tea when you are not looking? That would be Sparrow, my very special working cocker spaniel, and my office buddy day-in and day-out.
A Day in the Life of a Professional Writer
I don't think I was born a writer. Being a writer requires honing a skillset, refining, learning and developing. But I do believe I was born with a desire to tell stories and that is what is at the heart of writing anything.
Like a Red Rag to a Bull
The unfortunate Judith Palmer had miscalculated when she went to cross a field while out on a pleasant summer hike. The signs for the public footpath were plain enough and she had hoisted herself over the stile without cause for concern. Once in the field, she saw that a well-worn route cut straight to the other side, where a second stile would enable her to clamber into the field beyond.
The Mystery of Christopher Topper's Head
The police were almost certain that the package contained the remains of Christopher Topper. Almost certain, because they never found his head and without that, the identification always had to remain slightly hazy. It was 1959 and there was no such thing as DNA testing, no means of linking one Topper with another, so they did the best they could with what they had, which proved to be a pair of legs, a torso, and a pair of arms, all dismembered and neatly arranged in a package that was then wrapped in brown paper and left at Warrington train station.
The fall came without a warning. No wave of cataclysmic disasters to forecast the outcome. No prophets of woe stating the end was nigh. No politicians promising hope and a solution. It all happened in the proverbial blink of an eye. People went to sleep one night and when they awoke - the ones that awoke that is - the world was different.
Paper Collage Saved my Creativity
I loved doing collage as a kid. I could spend hours carefully cutting pictures out of old magazines or catalogues with a pair of scissors, and gluing them into a cheap scrapbook to create surreal images. I continued this hobby into my teens, this time my collaging revolving around boybands and other male pin-ups who were snipped out and added to diaries and notebooks to create covers and breaks between pieces of writing.
How I am Adapting my Art to Reduce my Carbon Footprint
My art is a source of respite and restoration for me. It is something I cannot live without. I craft in many forms and formats, from making cards for loved ones, to painting works in mixed media.
Pop Helped Me Through Puberty
A glittering stage, over-lit and garish in its over dressing. Upon it a single girl, dressed in a short gown made of hundreds of metal discs - a dress that had come close to disintegrating before she made it onto the stage, which would have left her almost naked before the audience. And then a voice rising up and up, yelling out a pop number with very little in the way of depth lyrically, but a catchy beat.