About the Author
ONCE UPON A TIME, a seven-year-old girl put the finishing touches on her latest masterpiece. The house was littered with them: little stories that came from who knew where in her head. By eleven, she decided it was time to release a bestseller and sent a gritty horror novel to Penguin (it was a novella really – but she was smaller then). She’d like to take this opportunity to thank Penguin for their kind and encouraging letter of 1996 – hopefully, you’ll be hearing of her.
Penguin said, ‘Don’t stop writing.’ But ten years later and what had happened to that wonder & wit, that imagination, that self-belief in being a bestseller waiting to happen? It was all still there – just buried like hope at the bottom of Pandora’s box. As she grew up, she continued to read like the clappers but her creative writing whittled. After leaving school, she only wrote academically. She put away her childish things. She went to Cambridge and studied theology & philosophy. She wrote a dissertation on whether human fulfilment is possible and immersed herself in utopian hopes & dreams. She was published in an international theological journal. Her inspirational supervisor said, ‘Don’t stop writing.’
From this promising point, she got sucked into the city and became an accountant. Always, she told herself it would be worth it to do for accountancy what John Grisham did for law. She would write thrillers about regulatory compliance some day – just you wait. Meanwhile, it was worth it because one day she’d have her own business and be able to do her own books. The writing bug was still there, just distracted by spreadsheets and financial reporting on risk & control.
Anyway, one day, one internal audit too many was too much. She escaped. She went on an epic adventure to the other side of the world, defying near-death experiences and finding purpose along the way. She decided to make a living doing something she loves and studied to become a freelance editor. She started her own business, Right Ink On The Wall. And she took back out her childish things – her hopes and dreams, crumpled but still creative. And she started to write…