A Little Bit About Myself

I am a pensioner of the moors, living quietly on Dartmoor's wild and whispering edge, in a cottage and geodesic dome warmed by wood and nourished by garden.  Here I listen to the stories told by rain on slate, the wind through gorse and the animals whispering through the air.

Finding The Words At Last

I am neurodivergent, dyspraxic and dyslexic. All my life the ideas came easily, spirals and stories and whole worlds, but setting them down in clear English was the harder task.  The vision was always there.  The words on the page were the struggle.

This is where I use AI, the way another writer might turn to a trusted editor.  The ideas are mine.  The stories, the photographs, the doodles, all of it begins on the moor and in my own mind.  The AI simply helps me shape the wording, so that what I have always seen can at last be read the way I mean it.  The thinking is mine.  The tool helps me say it clearly.

For others who are neurodivergent, dyslexic or dyspraxic,  I want one thing understood above all: your ideas have always been good enough.  Now there is help to bring them into the world, exactly as you imagined them.

My Work

I have been a doodler all my life, making small spirals and symbols that give form to what words could not say.  From those sketches, and from decades of walking among the tors, my writing grew.  My children's books are full of wonder, tales that dance between the seen and unseen.  My adult writing grows from the same soil, offering stories that awaken recognition, the quiet realisation that transformation often hides in ordinary moments.

My constant companion, Zelda the spaniel, reminds me daily that joy is a form of wisdom.  Together we wander the moor and return home with muddy paws and clear eyes . Rooted in mysticism and an earthy spirituality, my work celebrates the art of attention, the slow noticing that reveals everything as connected.