I am a writer and (very) occasional television 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 and very beautiful 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. To counteract the hours spent on my backside in front of a computer I cook (messily; enthusiastically), I do lots of outdoors stuff, I play violin in an orchestra, I volunteer once a week and I dance. I read a lot and I hop on a yoga mat as often as I can.