I love words—reading them, writing them, and as my friends and family will wearily attest, speaking them. I can string together the odd facetious rhyming couplet well enough, though I lack the patience for anything academic types would call real poetry. What I really like doing is messing around with words until they make a reader feel the way I want them to feel, or understand the thing I want them to understand. Words are clever little things like that. Whether it's the cadence or the meaning or the expression, there's always a way to make words convey what you want. Sometimes you have to wrestle it out of them (the words, not the people - that would be illegal), but that's half the fun of writing. I studied Literature and Philosophy at university, which helped enormously in growing to appreciate literature even more, and didn't help at all when it came to getting a job. Regrettably, being able to argue eloquently is not as valued a talent as it once was. As a result I did a whole load of jobs that were not very interesting for a few years afterwards, until eventually, I got my ducks in line and started writing books. My forays into the world of published story telling have so far all been inspired by Jane Austen's writing. I am in awe of her literary cunning, and that, along with my own family ancestry, means I've had a whale of a time exploring Regency England in my historical fiction writing. It is of no relevance whatsoever, other than a means to conclude this little interlude of self-reflection, that I live in Hertfordshire with two tame cats, two feral children and a pet husband. I am also quite tall, in case you were wondering.Read more Read less
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