I Went Grey At 12, My Eyesight

I'm Proud Of What I Write And Feel Endorsed By My Readers.

For Feel-good Fiction To Work, There Has To Be An Element Of Darkness.

Do I Mind Being Called A Chick-lit Writer? Well, It's Not The Worst Thing That Could Happen.

I Went Grey At 12, My Eyesight Went At 17. I've Been A Crock From Very Early On.

Some Think Love Can Be Measured By The Amount Of Butterflies In Their Tummy. Others Think Love Can Be Measured In Bunches Of Flowers, Or By Using The Words 'for Ever.' But Love Can Only Truly Be Measured By Actions. It Can Be A Small Thing, Such As Peeling An Orange For A Person You Love Because You Know They Don't Like Doing It.