I’ve been a writer all my life. I blame my mother. When, aged ten, I indignantly said I didn’t like the ending of a book I was reading, she said: ‘Well, why don’t you write your own ending?’ I did.
I grew up thinking I was going to follow in my mother’s footsteps and go on the stage, but there was one huge obstacle to this plan: I had zero talent for acting. The only thing I could do was write, so after a spell on the university newspaper it seemed a logical step to go into journalism. I’ve been a reporter (a terrible one), a feature writer, an advertising copywriter and a publicist to earn my pennies, and a writer of short stories and comic verse for fun.
In the 80s I worked in an advertising agency alongside the now-renowned Anthony Horowitz. We were massively under-employed: he whiled away the hours in writing and submitting screenplays, I scribbled comic verses about cats, which led to my first collection, Paw Prints in the Butter.
In 2003 my husband and I became accidental expatriates in France when we were adopted by a small brown and white dog and spent four years living in a village in the Languedoc. A series of articles for French Property News morphed into my second book, At Home in the Pays d’Oc, which won the One Stop Fiction Five-Star Book Award.
Now back in England, I live in the lovely village of Rustington on Sea where (as older readers may recall) Michael Flanders once encountered a gnu, and where the mobility scooter is king. I published a second book of verse, The Little Book of Rude Limericks and then returned to the Languedoc with a collection of short stories: Tales from the Pays D’Oc. If you wonder who stole the Indian prawn or why a plumber spent the night in an olive tree, you’ll find the answers here.
You’ll find me at Amazon https://www.amazon.co.uk/-/e/B00O36LKRE and I’m also on Facebook (Paw Prints in the Butter) and on Twitter @perdisma. If you fancy a lot of silliness and a few sobering thoughts, do visit my blog: http://www.paw-prints-in-the-butter.com