I am a free spirit, who believes in the freedom of speech and choice. Writing from the heart is the only way to go in my book, honesty and loyalty rank high on my score board and I believe in Do as you would be done by'.

I am an author/screenwriter, mother, wife and lover, not in any particular order, just whichever roll I might be in at any given moment in time.

As an ex show-jumper with a gregarious side a mile wide with a great love of animals and children, I am sometimes prone to get on my high horse and be quite self opinionated on these subjects, this is because I know and have a lot of life experiences on them.

Please bear with me and read to the end of any articles I produce, as I can be very tongue in cheek, and it isn't always until the end of an article that I put in my punch lines. I have been known to change the opinions of some very strong minded people over the years, on topics they never thought their minds could change on. I can be very controversial and outspoken, but will help others whenever I can.

My passion is ...

My family, life,horses,classic cars and bikes,children,animals

I know too much about ...

Too much

My parents always told me ...

Do as you would be done by

My childhood ambition ...

I wanted to be a show-jumper, been there and done that. I wanted to be an author. Doing that now, have been for many years now.Most of all I wanted to be part of a happy, healthy family and I am now.

My favorite memory ...

Xmas 1975 before I lost two of my children.

Why I write ...

Because I have always loved writing.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Reading articles on this site. Watching and listening to Stargate SG1 on Sky one

My first job ...

Picking up dog dirt for my mother at the age of two.

My best moment ...

Giving birth, nothing compairs to binging a new life into the world.

My inspiration ...

To be the best I can at whatever I do.

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: The detective meets the murderer

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It was dark and eerie as the clouds covered the moon making it almost impossible for the detective to see properly as she lay in the long grass watching over the horses in the field. She shivered in the cold night air a little voice in her head that she must be mad to be out their alone. She knew she should have brough someone with her as back up.

A shot rang out into the silent night and the detective jumped to her feet, half in shock and half out of instinct she ran into the field, seeing a shadow fall to the ground as she did so.

She found herself looking down at the body of her cl...

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