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Meanwhile, I lost hope of the South African apartheid regime ever handing over power to a majority government. Packing up my three worldly treasures, husband and two small children, I left the country. Once in England, the tapping grew louder, more insistent, harder to disregard, until finally I felt it physically, like a hand pressing on my shoulder, forcing me into that chair in front of my typewriter.
Yes, a TYPEWRITER! I started my first novel in pre-p.c. days. Tippex was the height of hi-tech... and there were Pterodactyls flying past the window. I didn't even see 'em. Too busy clacking those typewriter keys, telling Koba's story. She'd chosen me and I couldn't let her down. |
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Teaching Writing
I taught Creative and Professional Writing at the University of Wolverhampton.
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