Like every writer, I'm always being asked where my ideas come from.
It's a fair question because awork of art can seem miraculous, even a bit god-like (though not, unfortunately, to those who know me).
But a work of art isn’t a miracle. It doesn’t work like that. Not for me, anyway. It’s more like building bridges.
These bridges are important in SONG HUNTER.
In the book my heroine Mica finds out how to make bridges, and they lead her to a new world of her own creation.
But would you trust your weight to a bridge made by a teenage girl? Especially if it seems to be made out of nothing but discontent and mist?
Mica’s family are frightened and threatened and do what they can to put a stop to Mica’s new ideas.
But once Mica has discovered those bridges then she can no longer bear to stay on the safe side, even though they stretch out across chasms of danger...