Interview with Margaret S Goldthorp
Hi Margaret S Goldthorp, thank you for agreeing to this interview.
Oltobooks : Tell us a little about yourself and your background?
Margaret S Goldthorp : I am a retired property manager, living in Hampshire, UK
Oltobooks : What are your ambitions for your writing career?
Margaret S Goldthorp : To market my novels more widely and continue writing.
Oltobooks : When did you decide to become a writer?
Margaret S Goldthorp : At a very early age, but I only had the time to write novels following retirement.
Oltobooks : Why do you write?
Margaret S Goldthorp : If a story comes into my head then I am compelled to write it. I lose myself in the story and identify with the characters.
Oltobooks : What made you decide to sit down and actually start something?
Margaret S Goldthorp : I wrote stories at primary school, but my first novel was inspired by a tragic story I turned up regarding one of my ancestors, while researching my family history.
Oltobooks : Where do your ideas come from?
Margaret S Goldthorp : From inside my head - I have a vivid imagination.
Oltobooks : What is the hardest thing about writing?
Margaret S Goldthorp : Marketing and publicity.
Oltobooks : What is the easiest thing about writing?
Margaret S Goldthorp : Thinking of what to write.
Oltobooks : If this book is part of a series, tell us a little about it?
Margaret S Goldthorp : N/A
Oltobooks : What are your thoughts on writing a book series?
Margaret S Goldthorp : I am not inclined towards that.
Oltobooks : What is your favourite positive saying?
Margaret S Goldthorp : Follow your dream.
Oltobooks : Where can you see yourself in 5 years’ time?
Margaret S Goldthorp : Still writing, if I can.
Oltobooks : What advice would you give to your younger self?
Margaret S Goldthorp : Be true to yourself, not influenced by what others expect of you.
Conversation By :
Oltobooks Team
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone