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For me, as for most writers, the route to getting a novel published was a circuitous one. Looking back, though, it seems as if all my wanderings led to it.
I was born in Washington, DC but, as the daughter of an American Foreign Service officer, I lived much of my childhood overseas. When we returned to the US, I was sixteen. I went to a a high school in Virginia and marveled at all things American. Before I graduated from the College of William and Mary, I spent a junior year in Paris where I specialized in eating. In fact, one of my first writing stints after college was for the Washington Post Food Section where I wrote about local food personalities and tested endless recipes, an experience which would ten years later feed (excuse the pun) into my first novel, How to Cook a Tart. I set off for LA to gain fame and fortune. I settled for a secretary job at Columbia Pictures. I drank schnapps with Arnold Schwarzenegger, flirted with Jack Nicolson and complimented the Person Formerly Known as Prince on how well his cherry lollipop matched his outfit. When I finally left Columbia Pictures, it was to write the screenplay that was going to make me rich and famous. I ended up six months later working as a temp in an ear plug factory. Luckily I met my soon-to-be husband, Andrew, an Australian who teaches at the London School of Economics, and found myself living in London. It was here that I began writing How to Cook a Tart. I wrote in the early mornings and while our new baby, Lara, took naps. As I was quite housebound I wrote about something I was familiar and fascinated with: food. A couple of years later we spent a year in Singapore where my husband was on sabbatical. A local writers group was kind enough to invite me to join them. It turned out they were all trying to write romances and it was from this that I got the idea to write Mounting Desire. We had a great time in Singapore and produced another baby: Ben. The idea for my third novel, Believe Me, stemmed from my own indecision whether or not to raise my children with a religious faith. I began to wonder, what are the consequences of denying a child a belief in heaven? My family and I are still living in London, which we love but can’t really afford. These days, I’m working on my fourth novel. School runs and household chores are taking their toll but I am determined to finish it. Wish me luck.http://www.ninakillham.com/index.php?id=49