Creative Space


When I am not writing, I can be found outside playing with my horse. (ergo horse photo) Jack, my Quarterhorse, has taught me to understand horse language and psychology, which has made me a better human being.

I have written some fantasy stories that live in my bottom drawer, waiting to be finished, and a few children’s stories. I have written and self-published stories for my grandchildren. Stories that tell about how each of them came into the world and stories to explain Christmas from their favourite toy’s point of view. Even one where a favourite toy went off on his own adventure and (spoiler alert) finally found his way home.

I am currently working on a middle-grade novel set in the ’90s in the UK. A group of young friends help preserve Red Kite’s in Wales, reintroduce them to England and Scotland and stumble across a terrorist organization when one of them is kidnapped. The rest of the story has yet to unfold, no doubt they will have to rescue their friend somehow, stop the terrorists from carrying out their plans and make it home in time for dinner. The story was born during a Middle-Grade Fiction course with The Scribbles Academy, during which I wrote the first 8000 words of the Red Kite story. I plan to enter the first 4000 words into a writing competition run by the Academy.

I also completed a Junior Fiction Course with the same Academy, this one is about a young girl and her talking mouse. There is a story about a wild Brumby bubbling away in the background that is not getting any attention.

I write a blog, here on WordPress, to give my inner critic (Muriel, she’s terrible) something to whinge about, then while she’s distracted, the creative writing happens. That’s the plan anyway. Muriel can be quite sneaky and insidious in their ability to side-track me completely.

My short story styled memoir, ‘Becoming Rhiannon‘ is available free on the iTunes store. Click on the link for your free copy.

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