Writer of fiction and fact, and radio person. Cathy brought a splash of colour into the office, is how the kinder souls worded it. Truth was she sashayed through the door with an easy tilt of her hip, in a dress as tight as skin, and make-up so thick you could scrape it off with your fingernail. Her perfume was the scent of a man.

Fiction, Creative Non-Fiction, Plays, Screenplays.

Where You Can Find Me. No one said keeping track of time was my strong suit. Thanks for allowing me to vent to you guys. If I manage to get it together, the WIP will be ready by the e.

Morecambe, Lancashire, United Kingdom. Saturday, 28 February 2015. Endlessly fascinating, eh? Then I answer her eleven questions.

And she watched as he made the moon wax and wane, though she had no idea what either of those words meant. And she watched him tire. She saw how Jupiter had twelve moons, with twelve Men to share the load, while he toiled alone, night after night after night.