Bonjour!
I'm not French, just very cultured.
My Story
I grew up on a farm in Central West NSW, where I used schoolwork as an excuse to avoid sheepwork. Given I had two siblings who were significantly more competent in sheep-whispering/motorbike-handling, my parents indulged my ‘commitment’ to my studies, which sparked my lifelong love of words and an enduring fear of hard labour.
After studying Media & Communications at the University of Sydney, I worked in magazines before pivoting to corporate communications with a grace informed by my thoroughly disappointing netball career.
I currently write books in odd locations (not in a geographical sense; I write from Orange NSW) but ergonomically, I could make better choices. I write on the couch, the coffee table, the kitchen bench, and one time – while sitting on a live human (my 2-year-old son, whom I maintain was to blame for the whole debacle.)
When I'm not tapping my laptop with the footy in the background, it must be cricket season. I use my spare time to paint, run long distances very slowly, and go adventuring (read: get coffees and pay too much for milkshakes) with my beloved family. Anything to avoid the housework, really.