Readers like to know more about the person behind a book, so here’s
my life condensed — like a newspaper squished to pulp … or in
Celtic terms, like great lumps of copper and tin melted down into a
little, shiny bronze pin. “Writing and me” is covered below.
Parents
emigrated from England to Australia, where I was born. Grew up in
Perth, surrounded by beaches, desert, blue water, and flies. Met my
husband Alistair at high school (he ferried me home on the handlebars
of his bike.) Gained college degrees in archaeology and public
relations. Worked as: checkout chick for KMart, cocktail waitress, PA,
mine worker, archaeologist, PR consultant, freelance writer — and
author! Most bizarre job: driving 50-ton tip trucks through an open
gold mine on the edge of the Western Desert. Very, very hot. Best job
(before author): Digging up a Roman army fort in Germany. Very, very
cold.
Boomeranged back and forth from Australia to the UK for many years.
Finally convinced my husband, a Scot by birth, that I had to live in
the misty highlands of Scotland or die. Moved to a little glen on the
west coast, in Argyll, near to where my first trilogy was set. Now
surrounded by snowy hills, hairy cows, heather, Gaelic, fiddles and
pipes — and the dreaded biting midge. Bring back the flies!
Hobbies: Sitting by the fire watching the rain. Listening to my
husband play cello and guitar at the folk music session at the local
pub. To hear him sing one of my favourite Scottish tunes, click the
Play button below: