I have more than one guardian angel. The first extra divine being was sent my way during the first thirteen days of my life when I was left in the hospital waiting to be adopted. I qualified for a second supernatural helper forty-five years later, on the day my husband decided to take his own life.
Because of the hard work and long-suffering patience of my three guardian angels (who I call Bob, Fred and Hugo) I have pretty much shrugged off any lingering damage these two events might have caused.
I also believe that my angels might have had a hand in my recovery from bulimia, which I inadvertently developed when competing in two body-building competitions. I am now at peace with my natural curves and have discovered that sexy is an attitude, not a body shape.
As I approach middle-age, I have fallen in love for the first time. I found my handsome boyfriend online and am now shacking up with him on Sydney’s Northern Beaches. I tried being married once and didn’t like it, so I’m not likely to go down that road again.
My boyfriend takes me to tropical beaches to compensate for working away too much, makes me go kayaking and cycling with him, and leaves the room when I watch the Bachelor and Millionaire Matchmaker. He likes that I’ve grown my hair long and gone gracefully grey, but he isn’t keen on me getting any more tattoos or piercings.
I used to work in theatre — stage managing plays, musicals, orchestras and opera, but I gave it all up to create beautiful images and to write books. My stories are about loss, love, lust and longing. My characters get a bit raunchy at times because that’s the way life should be – full of big juicy moments.
I am sure Bob, Fred and Hugo agree.
So now that you know about me, I’d like to hear more about you. I’d be grateful if you’d introduce yourself in the comments below and tell me about your big juicy moments. Don’t feel pressured to produce a novel, I just want to get to know you a bit.