About Catherine

I did not have a life-long ambition to be a writer of fiction, possibly because my late English teacher mother knew how much hard work it would involve, although I did run a creative writing group at my last library and the opportunity for promiscuous reading was the best part of the job. However, my husband and I went through what might be described as a “bad time” ten years ago and we spent many therapeutic Sunday afternoons outside various cafes on the promenade of our nearest seaside resort in all weathers, where I would practice my creative writing skills. The Covid lockdowns two years later provided not only the excuse I needed to retire (I wasn’t quite old enough) but also the time to begin serious work on my first novel.

I had been playing around for many years with the idea of a woman who continually makes wrong decisions but is rescued from mental breakdown by the kindness of others and her own (often very shaky) faith. After sharing my early drafts with other writers, and several subsequent revisions of plot, structure and narrative voice, I now realise that I owe it to everyone who has helped me, and everyone who knows about this labour of love, to offer them the finished result.

I am happy take my books (along with some home-made crafts) to fetes, and I would love to visit any local reading group. I hope other people that I don’t yet know will enjoy “ill Conceived” and any feedback I receive will help me to perfect my second novel.