In a Nutshell
I have hidden behind the pseudonym Tessa Barrie since I left school and started writing for the local rag. My mother would not have approved of her shy retiring daughter writing about subjects considered a little risqué for rural Gloucestershire during the 1970’s. After that, it kind of stuck.
I co-authored Brian Trubshaw – Test Pilot in 1998 and assisted with the compilation of Concorde – The Inside Story in 2000.
Blogging, in a musical niche, became addictive at the end of the Nineties, until I reached Grumpy Old Woman status and my blogs naturally progressed to menopause and other irritating topics.
Now my blogs may be genre free, but my first-born novel-in-progress is a rom-com.
The Unexpurgated Version
I received my first writing accolade at the age of seven, the illustrious Blue Peter badge.
I have always loved writing. I didn’t have a particularly easy childhood and writing became a form of escapism for me. I had poetry published by the time I was 12 but, fortunately, my miserable pre-pubescent poetry evolved into tormented teenage angst lyrics when I entered my songwriting phase. A phase that I finally grew out of forty years later.
Throughout my life, I have written on a freelance basis, co-written two factual books, whilst holding down a proper job. The plan was always to make writing my full-time occupation … one day … but the necessity to earn a regular income always got in the way.
In 2015, I started having in-depth discussions with the Universe about my future. I didn’t hold back, The Universe has been around forever, so it is very patient and a very good listener. I confessed that I felt like a drudge to my 9-5, Monday to Friday existence. I was looking for something more enlightening in my life, even if it meant for less financial reward.
The Universe doesn’t beat around the bush, but it was a shock when I was made redundant in June 2015. Jobless at the wrong side of 50 is not good news because finding yourself another one is a nightmare.
Whilst still reeling from that bombshell, four family members died in quick succession. It was fate in its rawest sense. I would never have been allowed the amount of time off work I needed during the six months that followed.
It was during that time that the words Carpe and Diem started springing to mind and I was thinking …
Sod it! Life’s too short not to be doing something you love.
And so I did, I started writing my first novel the week I was made redundant and am currently grappling with re-write number seven.
I became a student of Qi Gong at the end of 2016 and my world, generally, is a much calmer place.