Hi!
I’m Jenny and welcome to my woods.
My origin story starts in Essex and brought me to the North Somerset coast, where I live in woods filled with fae, chatting with dragons and falling in love at first sight, usually with a slice of Christmas chocolate log.
Wherever I am, there is cake.
A lover of autumn, history and the long-lost art of the simple chocolate cake, I have a degree in archaeology but couldn’t fully appreciate pottery shards until I turned forty.
Stories are what I know best.
I’ve been telling stories since I was very small when my mum would make them up for me, then we’d make them up together, until I grabbed a pencil, learned to spell ‘because’ and was away!
My fantasy writing started after a trip to the cinema, when Gandalf led us into the Mines of Moria and lit them up with his staff. For the first time in my life, my ever-chatty brain fell silent.
Although, before then there were vampires. Because, puberty.
Now there are hunters and warriors, witches and fae, sky pirates and dragons, a touch of romance, a sparkle of Christmas (the darkness is where fairy lights shine the brightest), falling madly in love with interesting people and the hunt for a murderer who thinks they’re clever but can’t outsmart a Scottish brownie.
Join me in the woods.
The campfire is ready and I’ve bought a fresh bag of marshmallows.
Mind your step and I would advise keeping to the path. You never know what might be lurking in the undergrowth. You should know that nothing here will hurt you.
Well, almost nothing.