I put my kids to bed at nine, my husband to bed at eleven. Then, if everything in my house is in order, which it never is, I write… Though I didn’t fancy writing, until recent years, it is now my obsession. When I’m not writing, I’m thinking about how each situation could fit into a future novel. Nights I lie in bed, not having typed or written about the stories filling my head, are restless. Why creating stories and forming them into words, sentences, and characters makes me feel so fulfilled, I will never know. I’ll also never know why I cut ten inches off my hair… So many mysteries in life.

