Eli Allison tells people at parties that she's a writer, but she mostly spends the day in her knickers swearing at the laptop.
She used to write poetry at school, but gave that up and switched to the hard stuff. Writing stories about crushed dreams and balding men looking for love that you could buy by the hour.
Those were her happier ones.
She ping-ponged between one depressing job after another until she thought, ‘This year I'm writing that book.’
Years later the book is done…
There is a sneaking suspicion she might have kept quiet had she known quite how long it would have taken her.
She lives in Yorkshire, works in her head and does not enjoy long walks on the beach or anywhere, in fact, she gets upset at having to walk to the fridge for cheese.
She is currently working on her second novel.
Whizz me an email, I'd love to hear from you.