

I also write poetry, lyrics, novels, blogs and the odd short story. I read crime, romance, thrillers and I enjoy nothing more than disappearing in to the worlds created in classic literature. If you take a peek inside my library you will find that the writers who have graced my shelves over the years have ranged from JK Rowling to JR Tolkien, and from Shakespeare to Stephen Fry. But as I have already said, I simply don’t care. I am an educated woman, I have worked hard to build a reputation as a respected writer and hope one day to be just as highly respected as an author, so I realise that this article could at some point come back to bite me on the bum.


I say this, because it justified why I am as equally qualified to write this article as many of those who have written reviews in countless newspapers lately. I have been a writer for many years, in many different disciplines and I am proud of at least 80% of the work I have had published. Ok ladies – before you all get out your individual soap boxes and start screaming and ranting at me, give me a little breathing room to explain the weird and wonderful reasons why I think that the 50 Shades of Grey movie – and indeed the books – have been unfairly treated in the press. Simply put: Because I am not a literary snob
