I began
my working life in an office in Holborn, in central London. Every day I
commuted from a modest bed-sit on the edge of Wimbledon Common. On average it
took me an hour and a half to get to the office, and another hour and a half to
get home again in the evening. I hated that, and I hated the tedium of the job.
Pouring over endless masses of figures just wasn’t for me. However, it was a
job with a reasonable salary and so I stuck with it for two years. Finally, I
decided that decisive action was needed if I was to actually enjoy my adult life.
So I gave up the job. I now live far from London in glorious English
countryside, and I write.
The Poisoned Cup is my first published novel.
It stems from my love of history and historical novels. I am a big fan of
Bernard Cornwell’s books, especially the Sharpe series. When I have the spare
time - something I had to largely put aside in order to write The Poisoned Cup - I love to ramble in
the countryside. Ideas for further stories often come to me when I am walking
in remote places.
I also
enjoy travelling. In recent years I have visited various far-away places including
Russia, China, Canada and the Antipodes. I love to learn about other people’s
cultures, but I am always happy to return to my home in rural England.
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