RUNAWAY GRANNY

is a writer (and blogger) easily distracted by arts & crafts; born in Glasgow; 3 children and 6 grandchildren; no husband to tie her down; studied drama in Gateshead, pottery and photography in Glasgow; keeping music for her old age. If she could only restrain herself from going off at tangents she might actually finish something longer than a poem!

She fell into middle age at 40; sensible overnight – payback for the years of sex, alcohol and trashy high-heels. So, flat-shoed since the mid-80s while her idiot pal stumbled around Gateshead in the snow, falling in and out of multi-story footwear - now, the sparkling, intelligent, unruffled and together older woman, she is bursting with laid-back enthusiasm for life, and death. ‘In order to feel happy with the outside body you have to live happily within it.’

She often finds herself tidying up the pile; the novels, short stories, flash, poetry, plays, sketches blah blah blah; the autobiography, the blogging; the ideas; the future projects; the half-done synopses; the floating bits; the old bits; the morphic bits; and always, the sneaky little tadpoles tickling her memory with half-remembered dreams. If only she had someone with a whip to pin her down; failing that she’ll have to wait until the universe aligns her with her dreams.