I write contemporary as well as historical Irish fiction and my style has been compared, very flatteringly, to the late, great Maeve Binchy. When that comparison is drawn, I am both humbled and exhilarated as I was, and remain, a huge fan.
My books are very character driven, and Ireland is always a feature if not always the location. We have such a rich and complex history here on this green island. We are a nation of storytellers and some of us are lucky enough to make a living writing those stories down. I consider myself one of those fortunate people .
I live with my husband Diarmuid, a musician and a teacher, as well as being the breakfast chef, the finder of lost glasses, the taxi-driver of our children, the brewer of tea, a purveyor of epic hugs, and about a million other roles and without him there would be no stories.
The youngest two of our four children live at home and are the lights of my life. They are two little girls aged ten and seven and they fill our lives with fun and giggles and love, and glitter, and markers and teddy bears and bits of Lego. The older two have fled the nest, though they are not averse to showing up for a home cooked dinner and to raid the fridge on occasion, and we always love to see them coming.