Why Do I Write?

The answer is simple. Life as we know it is nowhere near as interesting as what happens in my head. I can lose myself for hours in my private world – and I do. But people in the real world always complain that I get ‘that unfocused look’ and they know I’ve slipped into my parallel universe. The only way to justify my absence is to call my daydreams work. (That’s a joke! How can something so enjoyable be work?) Lucky for me, I’ve found a way to make my ‘work’ believable. I write my mind-stories for other people to read. Mainly teenagers. But anyone who wants to get lost in a world where the unborn and the dead meddle with the living are invited along for the ride. So while other people slog away at boring jobs, I sit at my desk in my bedroom, overlooking my rose garden and the bunny cage, and type away on my Mac, creating a world called Shenaya.

In case you think Shenaya is on some distant planet, relax. It is right here on planet Earth, only it existed a thousand years ago. It took Seth - a hot eighteen-year-old American from New York (my favourite city in the whole world) and feisty seventeen-year-old Erin from Cape Town to find it. Although they’re both pretty smart – most of the time – they had some magical help. A diamond Seer-Stone which allowed them to time travel…