My ‘writing’ career probably began very early in my life when I was well-known for making things up; ‘telling lies’, is what the grown ups called it, so I stopped sharing my stories. I didn’t stop writing them in my head though, and would spend hours and days creating whole families and situations, plots and denouements, as I drifted absently through my real life. My pretend world was a much happier place to be.
Finding Dad began to take shape in my mind in 2008 as I wondered—and obviously invented— what had really happened to a young girl who had gone missing in the north of England. The bulk of it was written in less than two months but was not complete, so I set it aside and decided—not for the first time—that I don’t write. But I couldn’t leave it alone, and after a while I looked at it again, took it more seriously, and produced the book that is now available.
I have been asked if there will be a sequel, and I can only say ‘there might be’. I only write when I know what the story is, and for the moment, I don’t. However, other stories may occur and they will all be written—and available here.