The dog gods found me pretty early on in my life and I’ve never been able to outrun them. My career as a canine behaviourist/dog walker/dog groomer spanned 30 odd years – and they have been odd at times.
I’ve changed direction from all that excitement to put energy into my other two passions: sculpting animals from clay, and writing, which I do from my home in Nelson.
I’ve been a writing fool ever since I was taught to hold a pen. I loved to entertain family and friends with my ‘movie’ length letters as I travelled around.
I’ve had a few articles and short stories published and a play performed by the lads at Nelson College, but for a long time I’ve wanted to sink my teeth into writing a novel. This is the year that I finally got sick of hearing myself say I’ll do it without any action happening. There’s action now! I’m writing my first novel, called Two Dogs, One Bone. It’s an anecdotal account in the life of a dog trainer/dog groomer/dog walker. It’s fiction. Ahem, let’s call it that, shall we? (To protect the innocent and not so innocent.)
It’s about time I made good all those hours I spent gaining my Diploma in Applied Writing in 2006 from Whitireia online school.