Looking back it seems that writing was and is a compulsive part of my life. As a child I wrote and illustrated stories for younger cousins, school essays and ten page letters to relatives away fighting during the war.
After a commercial course I was launched on an unsuspecting business world as a typist, then a stenographer and then secretary before I fell into a copywriting job. I didn’t start writing fiction (sorry, I know advertising copy is fiction) until my children started getting older.
Much to the embarrassment of my children I started getting children’s and teenage novels published and some romances. It was dead easy. No one runs out of material while they are neck deep in children, teenagers or working in offices. This is another fertile place for material, most especially for the what happens next when adults interact.
As a writer I am continually intrigued by the attraction of opposites. I suppose you can’t get anything more opposite than male and female. Why is an outgoing person attracted to someone shy or a messy person attracted to an obsessively tidy person, or risk taker to someone cautious? Are the choices of who you fall in love with deliberate, or is it a nasty trick designed by nature to ensure a wider gene pool?
Every time you study in more depth this weird phenomena of the human race, you immediately have lots more material to play with and so I play with it.
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