Like virtually every author, I’ve always loved to read. I grew up on Enid Blyton’s Famous Five, and would read any mystery novel I could get my hands on, and most other genres besides. And I have always loved telling stories of my own. The first ‘book’ I remember writing was a fanfiction, comprising a few pages of A4 folded in half and stapled together. It was an ode to those Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers, in which they threw a party, played trains and ate cake – not a monster or Rita Repulsa in sight!
A couple of years later, I was tasked with writing a story about a birthday party at school. The end result was an epic tale that took up the best part of twenty pages of my exercise book. There are several points in the story where my teacher had tried to mark it, to signify the end of the exercise, only to be told in no uncertain terms that THE STORY WASN’T FINISHED YET!
All Our Faults was a little like that story. It took four years to produce that first draft, after which I locked it away, determined it would never see the light of day. It didn’t even have a title, labelled only as The Porters, for the main characters’ surname. But, while I worked my way through a number of jobs–assistant in a butcher’s shop, waiter, holiday rep and intelligence researcher to name a few– and got my degree in Forensic Investigation, there was always a part of me that knew the story wasn’t finished.
So, in 2020, some twelve years after I began that first draft–and right before the Covid lockdowns started–I took out The Porters, read it through once more, and I started to write. The end result was All Our Faults, a book that not only was I excited about, but I couldn’t wait to share.
Though I continue to love crime thrillers and mysteries, YA fiction is where my writer’s heart lies. Blame One Tree Hill and Dawson’s Creek–their portrayal of the turbulent teenage years captured my imagination and refused to let go!