Lyn began writing as a precocious child to escape a childhood poignantly and irrevocably marred by embarrassing parents.
Now a self-proclaimed adult; Lyn likes to be thought of as insightful, articulate, and achingly clever, but she’s just a bit of a nerd, really.
Lyn lives a joyously vibrant but exhaustingly democratic life of domestic bliss with her terrifyingly pubescent boys who studiously ignore, grunt and pffft at her ill-conceived efforts at professionalism, cooking and motherly-love. Said lads appear to be totally unharmed by her late-blooming single-dom, despite being keen to see her settle down, (of course they’re also keen for her to become a best-selling author so she can work from home, and for school to be deemed a ‘crime against humanity’ and subsequently abolished, so they may be waiting a while!).
She thinks bloggers are, generally, self-indulgent tossers with nothing fresh, poignant or vaguely relevant to say – and thus, considers herself well qualified for the task.