I am a writer and former documentary producer. THE MAN WHO DIDN'T CALL is my first novel written in my own name; under the pseudonym Lucy Robinson I have written four other books.

You'll find many echoes of my own life in THE MAN WHO DIDN'T CALL. There's the secluded network of valleys surrounding Stroud, Gloucestershire, where I grew up;  the heave and groan of the cities in which I've lived and worked, and of course the miserable experience of meeting someone with whom I thought I had a transcendental alchemy . . . only to spend the next two weeks staring at my (silent) phone. We've all been there.

Luckily, I met a man who did call. I live with him in Bristol, UK, with our son. Before having a baby I played violin in an orchestra, I did yoga and dancing and running, I volunteered at a literacy charity and was really into cookery, coastal walking and theatre. Most of my time now is spent fantasising about having more than two hours' unbroken sleep. 

Rosie Walsh, author, in Bristol