I would love to tell you what got me into writing but I honestly can’t remember. I don’t remember a time when I didn’t write, even as a child. I was always reading a book and when I started to run out of books, I started to write the stories I wanted to read.

As a reader, if it has words, I’ll try it. Jane Austen, Nora Roberts, Lee Child, Harlan Coben, Anne Rice, Rachel Caine, to name a few favourites. It’s varied and I love them all!
I’m still trying to find my niche as a writer but it’s a work in progress. I’ll find it eventually.

In the last year, I’ve had two little successes. In August 2015, I was published in the local paper, The Nationalist and in September, I was part of a creative writing group that read original pieces at the opening of Penfest, a Carlow writing festival. Both were nerve wracking experiences but I’m so glad I had them!

I’ve done two creative writing courses and am currently doing a third with local writers. There’s always something new to learn and each writer teaches something different.

When I’m not writing, I am a mother, wife, sales assistant and, I believe the politically correct term is household engineer. In other words, I have more jobs than I know what to do with and there is not enough hours in the day.

So bear with me, as you know I’m new at this. But I have done it. I have put myself out there for the whole world to see. If you told me I would have my own website with my work on it a year ago, I would have called the men in the white coats for you. The thoughts of anyone else reading my work is terrifying. Only time will tell whether or not I made the right choice. Here’s hoping I did . . . . .