I am a chronic flitter. I love working on several different creative projects at once, as it keeps things interesting. Over the last two and a half years, I’ve been working on a children’s book – a ‘choose your own journey’ style novel, to be precise.
This is a subject that’s undeniably close to my own heart. I’m always happy to talk about the house I grew up in, which certainly had some ‘strangeness’ about it! But with a lot of these old, supposedly haunted buildings, the question is - is there any truth in it?
Let’s explore further.
My husband knows how I collect spooky stories from the South West, so he very kindly forwarded me an article that Devon Live had ran recently – all about Dartmoor’s Corpse Roads.
A couple of years ago, I had an idea for a book. It was completely audacious and seemed impossible to pull off. So much so, that I didn’t dare start writing it for quite a while.
I sometimes see books as meals. Some are down-and-dirty burgers (vegan or meat, you take your pick). They’re tasty, you guzzle your way through them quickly, but you know they weren’t cordon bleu cooking.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that… you had fun eating it, right?