T. M. Alexander has been writing since she was about four years old. That’s when she learnt to make her pencil do those funny wiggly shapes that grown-ups call letters. Since then she’s written notes, essays, the answers to exam questions, postcards, shopping lists, birthday cards and Christmas present tags. But until 2009 she’d never written a book . . .
Like Bee, she talks and walks and argues in her sleep AND remembers her dreams.
She also does all her writing hidden behind a bookcase somewhere in north Bristol.
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She has a husband who can mend anything and three children who lose and break things but are quite funny.
T. M. Alexander can’t speak in the morning until . . .
she’s had an enormous mug of tea.