K.V. Spruce lives in the shadow of the Cotswolds, which doesn’t mean the shadow is always there but it pervades the thinking in this part of the world. So does the valley of the Severn, which is more specific in this instance as an area address.
After aimlessly frittering away decades of employment in the printing industry, the [potential] author discovered there was still time to go to university before student loans would become ageistly unavailable. And there was a university who very kindly offered a place to study for an English and Creative Writing degree.
That changed things. During the process of finding out they really should have been a writer all their life, the author awoke to the realisation that, however little money it was likely to generate, writing was not something they could ignore any longer…
