Victoria James
Aged twentysix and a bit
I began my life in Yorkshire. I achieved nothing spectacular at school, and I left with just enough grades to get me into college. At college I messed around and left with embarrassing grades. In hindsight I really wish I had not wasted those seven years, and I actually tried at my chosen lessons.
As an adult, I am married to the love of my life, and we live in Cambridgeshire. I dearly miss the Peak district, that is the view from Kinder Scout in the photograph, I do not think I have ever been anywhere so flat in my life. The lack of hills here never fails to astound me.
In my house there are three loves; a joint love of films, my love of books and my husband’s love of motorsport and cars.
As I write this there is a ‘spare’ car engine sat in a box in front of my bookcase. A space it seems to have declared home. There is also ‘boy racer’ car outside the house, though he is far from a boy. My living room currently looks like a workshop with pieces of remote control car everywhere, and the walls have motorbikes all over. Of course there is a little of me in the house as all that is intermingled with mountains of books. The war between books and cars will be an epic one in this household.
I first began writing at junior school. It was suggested as a way to improve my handwriting and spelling. I started to write from my dreams which at that age were mainly of fairies, and as I grew up famous film stars and singers which I would bump into and they would fall in love with me, ah they joys of imagination. I still have these cringe worthy stories, but it sparked a passion.
This passion was reignited in 2009. A friend suggested that I put my imagination to good use instead of letting it go to waste. And here we are...
As an adult, I am married to the love of my life, and we live in Cambridgeshire. I dearly miss the Peak district, that is the view from Kinder Scout in the photograph, I do not think I have ever been anywhere so flat in my life. The lack of hills here never fails to astound me.
In my house there are three loves; a joint love of films, my love of books and my husband’s love of motorsport and cars.
As I write this there is a ‘spare’ car engine sat in a box in front of my bookcase. A space it seems to have declared home. There is also ‘boy racer’ car outside the house, though he is far from a boy. My living room currently looks like a workshop with pieces of remote control car everywhere, and the walls have motorbikes all over. Of course there is a little of me in the house as all that is intermingled with mountains of books. The war between books and cars will be an epic one in this household.
I first began writing at junior school. It was suggested as a way to improve my handwriting and spelling. I started to write from my dreams which at that age were mainly of fairies, and as I grew up famous film stars and singers which I would bump into and they would fall in love with me, ah they joys of imagination. I still have these cringe worthy stories, but it sparked a passion.
This passion was reignited in 2009. A friend suggested that I put my imagination to good use instead of letting it go to waste. And here we are...
