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Bloodbird was originally titled Maps and I started writing it in 2012. The first draft was completed in 2015 and the final draft in 2020.

The first book that had a significant impact on me was Child in Darkness by Robert Hill which I read when I was 12.

My favourite books include Vittorio by Anne Rice, Nightmares and Dreamscapes by Stephen King, Women Who Run With the Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estes, and Writers Their Lives And Works published by DK London and Penguin Random House.

The first poem that had a significant impact on me was Abandoned Bundle by Oswald M Mtshali.

I wrote my first poem at age 9.

I wrote my first short story at age 16.

 I submitted my work to local publishers for the first time when I was 20.

 My favourite movie is based on an Alice Hofmann novel Practical Magic.

 If I was a song I would be Soul Meets Body by Death Cab For Cutie.

 I'm an Aquarian with Sagittarius as rising sign. My life number 5. My enneagram personality is type 6: The Loyalist.

 The highlighted song for Bloodbird on my Spotify playlist is Famliär by Agnes Obel.

The quote that carries me through motherhood is by William Makepeace Thackery; 
‘Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children.’

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