I’m a writer. I live on a boat. I have three children, one of whom has moved on to living in a shared house and comes home periodically with stories about deranged housemates. The other two spend half the week with their dad, so on Mondays and Tuesdays I can theoretically stay in bed until lunchtime and then work until the small hours of the morning. What actually happens is I get woken up at seven every morning by two hungry cats, and then sit in my pyjamas in front of the computer until the dogs guilt-trip me into taking them for a walk.
Living on a boat means I always have something to start a conversation with. If the conversation is with another boater, it will end up on the subject of toilets within approximately five minutes. If you’re a boater, you’ll understand.
I first identified myself as a writer when I was about nine, and the appeal of being a nurse or a teacher had waned. I wrote a story called Why the Snowdrop Droops its Head, and Mrs Szeliga (Upper Juniors, Wanborough Primary School) asked me if I’d ever thought of entering a competition. What she didn’t do was tell me where the competitions were. I wish now that I’d asked her.
Now I’m finally at the stage when writing is what I do, rather than what I talk about doing. I’m lucky enough to be represented by the lovely Carrie Plitt at Felicity Bryan Associates, and my first novel, The Summer of Secrets (Black Swan), is out now.
On Twitter, I’m @sarahontheboat
I’m a member of The Prime Writers, all of us published after the age of 40 and all of us pretty damn fabulous. You can find out more about us here.
Please feel free to use the photos on this page, but do give credit where it’s due: they’ve been taken by Marc Melander.