My parents loved me, but it was considered a complete luxury for me to spend my day playing. My mom perceived reading as a play time occupation, so the moment she saw my escape in a book, she would quickly find a chore around the house for me to do. Needless to say my mom never read a book!I would often hide my book inside my school work folder and pretend to do homework, but she knew. The other trick was reading on the loo, but then my sister would tell on me. She too has never read a book in her life!

Read my story how a dyslectic became an author.

It took me 45 five years to follow my heart. No my own novels and workbook do NOT yet pay the bills, but what it did and still does is that I can help others in publishing their book with the help of a partner who is both my dictionary and editor .
What we can imagine we can make real.