Author Bio:
Meet Suzanne, an agricultural communicator with a green thumb and a passion for gardening, writing, and storytelling. When she's not knee-deep in weeds or compost, she's weaving children's tales that blend the marvels of nature with the pulse of urban life.
Based in Lyon, France, with her partner and son, Suzanne draws inspiration from her English countryside roots and her deep affection for Scotland and the captivating Shetland Islands. Her stories, weaving nature into every day living, might just convince you that chickens and clicks, seals and selfies can harmoniously coexist.
Her mission? To spark young minds with eco-friendly adventures and perhaps, inspire a few kids to unplug and explore the natural world beyond their sofa.
Join Suzanne on a literary journey where nature intersects with our urban existence, each tale brimming with adventure and discovery.
Why Shetland?
A magical place - once visited, never forgotten. Big open wide skies, sunsets and sunrises, fantastic beaches and wonderful inspiring landscapes. You can easily fall in love with Shetland, and all things connected! Birds, nature, sunsets, walks, flowers, animals, Viking history, cultural differences and ... now you get the chance to visit for yourself!
Unplug and discover the series, Living @ the Edge of the World - Winter and Spring are available to purchase.
Summer & Autumn will follow soon...
Why? Self-publishing?
The Freedom to Say ‘YES!’
(A poem for the indie soul)
I write for no gate, no ticking clock,
No polished pitch, no market talk.
I write what stirs, what won’t be banned—
Raw stories born, beneath my hand.
No suit must nod, no board agree,
No panel weigh my sanity.
The ink is mine, the page is bare,
And every word I place with care.
A tale may stir at 6 a.m.,
And, I don’t ask permission then.
I birth it raw, with flame and grace—
No waiting rooms, no marketplace.
My editor? The ones I choose.
Our rhythms match, we cut and fuse.
They sharpen thoughts without a knife,
And help me bring the words to life.
And Jenny—oh, how she can see,
The pictures that elude from me.
I paint with visions in my head,
She draws them out with lines instead.
No, I’m no artist with the pen,
But ideas flood like rivers when,
I think of covers, moods, and light,
And Jenny brings them into sight.
A love of language, sharp and deep,
Of secrets stories long to keep.
Of research rabbit-holes and lore,
Of voices lost, now heard once more.
If I’d waited for someone to say
‘This fits our brand, release someday,’
I might have lost the golden thread,
The magic whisper in my head.
So, I— am the one who says it’s done.
I hit ‘publish’ with the sun.
And though the road is mine to pave,
It’s mine to soar, it’s mine to brave.
So call me indie, fierce, and free,
A story’s home, lives here in me.
And, if the world should ever ask,
Why I chose this winding task—
It’s freedom.
To write with joy, to edit with grace,
To follow each word to its rightful place.
No gate to knock, no need to guess—
I hold the pen, And I say ‘YES!’
