Discovered (The Shalean Moon) (19 page)

“Over my dead body!” Donny’s eyes flashed, and he growled more than talked.

“I’m sure that can be arranged; but--for the second time--I renounce Shalea.”

“Leira, are you sure you know what you’re doing?” her mum said.

‘Help, Lei, really? Is it that bad?’
Rach projected.

‘Oh yeah, it’s more than that bad. Tell you later.’

“I’m getting my own life, Mum--something I don’t think I’ve ever had; so--for the third time--I renounce Shalea.” The air shimmered, Leira grabbed her pile of presents, and dashed out.

B
IOGRAPHY

Ever since I won not one but two, Cadbury, ‘where does chocolate come from’ competitions in primary school, I was convinced, one day I would write a book. Lots of books.

My parents encouraged me. My schoolteachers despaired of me. Evidently reading a story in your maths class was not acceptable. Even if you had finished the maths!

So what happened to my grand ideas?

Life got in the way-as it does.

A couple of truly awful M/S were sent off and duly and rightfully rejected. I gave up on my dreams.

More years later than I’m prepared to disclose (hey a woman has to have some secrets) I realized I’d been writing as I thought I should, not as I could. It was the ‘eureka’ moment.

I dusted off my almost non-existent typing skills, and decided now was my chance. It eventually worked.
The Shalean
series, started as a birthday present for a friend’s daughter, was accepted by Lycaon Press!

I live on the edge of a Scottish Forest, and I write on my lap top in my study, watching the birds on the bird table, the strange big black fluffy ‘ I’m pretending to be a bird’ cat, sitting on it and trying to convince the many real birds he is invisible; occasionally seeing deer and red squirrel moving past.

What a great place to get my ideas!