What to say about myself? That I love Pasternak, Paris, and the song,I believe I can Fly ( watch?v=16FdJrrAWSo ).

I believe I can fly … I believe I can touch the sky … I think about it every night and day … Spread my wigs and fly away … I believe I can soar … I see me runnin’ through that open door … I believe I can fly …

On a more realistic level, I live and write in Paris. I write whatever takes my fancy: spoof news, book reviews, posts for my blog, gossip about showbiz stars, short stories, books, poetry (yes, I’ve even written a poem or two), and then I also report crime.

I was born in British Colonial Africa and came to Paris because and with a man – my husband. But before the man I already had plans to get out of Africa, to travel and see the world. I am a British national and I am here, in Paris, in France, until my last breath.

Eight years ago I became interested in the Second World War French serial killer, Dr Marcel Petiot. I must just say that though I am not faint at heart, I could never read books, or watch movies, which had violence or horror in them. So, Stephen King was out, and once I chucked a book out about those two horrible killers Myra Hindley and Ian Brady – and never do I throw a book away! Therefore, having become interested in Dr. Petiot surprised even me, but, I have since come to understand why I had become interested in him, but this is something I do not want to reveal, not yet anyway. I have though told three people about this, and they, knowing my background, agreed with me.

I researched Dr Petiot for two years, then, for the next two I wrote my DIE IN PARIS and, then, for the next two, I rewrote it and then I edited the rewrites, and I queried publishers and all told me that Petiot was not known and that no one would want to read about him. I then self-published the book with Raider Publishing International who is based in New York. They say that ‘least said’ is ‘soonest mended’. Raider, whom I paid $2500, did not honor any of its promises, one of which was that they would promote the book and place it in book shops worldwide. I had to pay a London-based PR company £500 to promote the book but it was never sold in any brick and mortar book shop anywhere. Raider turned out a rip-off. Without any assistance from them, the book did well on publication in September 2010 in the UK and here in France where it went to #55 on amazon.fr. You can buy the book on any online book-selling site like amazon, if you would like to read it. You can however read a little more about it here on this site at Dr Marcel Petiot and I.

There is a time and place for everything – and every book – and I now have another book – a novel – for which I am seeking publication.  The title is SITTING ON A STICK and it is a fictionalized version of the adulterous love affair of the Russian poet, novelist and playwright, Boris Pasternak and the Moscow journalist Olga Ivinskaya. You can read about it here on this site under Pasternak and I.

I am currently working on another two books. One is a novel set in the beautiful French region of Normandy. The title will either be Bella Bella Bella ... or A French Life. Like ‘Sitting on a Stick’ it is a sad political love story. I have 85,000 words written.

The second book is another non-fiction. It is about the death of Princess Diana in Paris on August 31, 1997. The title is SCENARIO OF A DEATH. You can read more about it here on this site under Princess Diana and I.

As for my crime reporting, you can read some of my true crime articles on http://www.crimemagazine.com. One of my articles on that site is about Princess Diana’s death.

I am currently in search of (1) a publisher for my novel Sitting on a Stick; (2) a publisher who will republish my Die in Paris about Dr Marcel Petiot in English either in the UK or the USA; (3) publication of Die in Paris in translation – French, German, Italian, Russian etc etc; (4) a publisher for Scenario of a Death about Princess Diana’s death.

Should you wish to get in touch with me about the above, you can do so on this site under ‘Contact Me’.

Voilà.