What should I tell you about Siân Lacey Taylder her given that even I'm not privy to her personal history, let alone her most intimate secrets? All I will tell you, at the risk of incurring her wrath, is that she has not always been Siân Lacey Taylder and that she has reinvented herself as often as you or I move house or change jobs.
And she's also a murderess.
She has, in various manifestations of her previous lives, counted cars, weighed cheese, delivered parcels, sieved soil, served pints, washed dishes, sautéed shallots and typed memos for merchant bankers but she now ekes out a meagre living from writing and tutoring the sons and daughters of the West Country bourgeoisie.
She has, in academic guise, travelled extensively in Central America, studying three of the four great taboos: sex, politics and religion. The fourth, death, she leaves for others to ruminate upon.
Having lived under the bright lights of, amongst others, London, Edinburgh, Mexico City and San Salvador she has recently gone to earth and can be found, of an evening, skulking around the rural recesses of deepest, darkest Wessex.
And she's also a murderess.
She has, in various manifestations of her previous lives, counted cars, weighed cheese, delivered parcels, sieved soil, served pints, washed dishes, sautéed shallots and typed memos for merchant bankers but she now ekes out a meagre living from writing and tutoring the sons and daughters of the West Country bourgeoisie.
She has, in academic guise, travelled extensively in Central America, studying three of the four great taboos: sex, politics and religion. The fourth, death, she leaves for others to ruminate upon.
Having lived under the bright lights of, amongst others, London, Edinburgh, Mexico City and San Salvador she has recently gone to earth and can be found, of an evening, skulking around the rural recesses of deepest, darkest Wessex.