| Author Biography... |
| Writing about myself is my least favourite kind of writing. Compiling shopping lists holds far more interest for me and quite possibly more entertainment value for the reader.That said, it appears to be compulsory for this awful self promotion thingy in which I am forced to indulge - much against my will. I am repeatedly being told to 'get my name known' - easier said than done! I would much prefer that my writing was enough, that nobody would be in the slightest bit interested in the woman behind the words..what difference would it make if I were tall, slim and blonde? (I'm not!) Or if I were rich? (which I am most definitely not!) Why should where I live or when and where I was born matter a hoot to anyone but me? Still, it seems some people do like these details to hand and so who am I to argue? Well actually...all of those details, besides being boring, are personal ..but if you are really that interested feel free to read on.... AS you already know, my name is Christa Joyce. I am female and live with my husband in North London. I remember the 1960's...as a child. I was between 2 and 11 yrs of age during that decade. I loved the Beatles and the Monkees, I had Barbie dolls and liked to torment and fight with my little brother...until he learned to fight back! The 1970's , well the latter half anyway, were the years I made my most dramatic fashion mistakes... and most of the seventies were spent in battle with my unruly mop of unwanted curls. I could often be found with sticky tape holding the dreaded curls in place...or attempting to rid myself of curls by ironing my hair (a dangerous practice and definitely one not to be recommended!) The 1980's...went past in a blur as I wasted time trying to establish myself in my elected career path whilst, at the same time, cursing my inability to become a domestic goddess. Thank goodness all that is now behind me! Since the late 80's and on into the 90's I relaxed and found myself. Life began at thirty and has been a smooth ride since that time. It took me quite a while to accept that I had actually "become a grown-up"...although I have been known to rebel against that notion every now and then. From an early age I have loved to write. I think perhaps, without that outlet, I may have developed into a pathological liar...for what is fiction if not lies? Writing has allowed me to indulge in my other favourite pastimes - eavesdropping and people watching (by that I mean observation and not voyeurism - or at least not in its crudest form!) I like to think that I write from a reality perspective... although it is usually, and for the most part, not my own personal reality....I collect information in a million little ways, often unconsciously, and somehow it finds its way into my writing. I guess, in the nicest possible way, writing has turned me into a liar and a thief....stealing other people's reality and weaving it into a mass of untruths for others to read and hopefully enjoy. And if you have found something to enjoy on these pages of mine, please do try to at least remember my name...after all, I am trying to "get my name known" and I need all the help I can get! I thank you for taking the time to visit and hope you will return...or at least tell your friends (or enemies) about this site. Feedback is always welcome..in whatever form it takes - anything is better than being ignored I look forward to hearing from you? Christa |