Tracy M Thomas has been writing ever since she could hold a crayon in her stubby little digits. She always desperately wanted to be an author but, born into a sensible single parent family, she was soon told to stop such nonsense and go get a proper career, so obviously she decided to go to art school instead.

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Sadly though, such youthful defiance catches up with us all eventually. When Tracy developed a boring, but expensive, not starving and having somewhere to live habit, she ended up working in finance for many, many, many, MANY years until, for the sake of the general public, she thought it best to remove herself from temptation.

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In all this time, she still continued to be plagued by stories that begged to be told, so she wrote them down in secret. Now, being a woman of a certain age, she has decided to share them with the world and, as a result, can generally be found veering from excited confidence to abject terror in the blink of an eye.

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When not pouring the contents of her bizarre imagination into her laptop, Tracy has a gigantic Suffolk horse who she suspects is planning world domination, and two and a half reasonably sane dogs.