I grew up in an episode of South Park on an endless loop.
Or so it seemed.
What felt like hard yakka at the time is now a fabulous cache of raw twaddle to draw on.
When I first realised that my early, quasi-fictional home environment had distorted my understanding of selfhood, I became curious about the concept of identity. As a graphic designer, I’d already been creating business ones for others through imagery.
But scratching the surface wasn’t enough for someone who asked a lot of questions. So, I went to university and, majoring in linguistics and sociology, I learned about the power of word usage to shape our identities and realities.
Still not enough, though.
I dug deep into the substratum until it felt like I was schlepping through a filthy ancient myth. Or an episode of South Park. It was like a homecoming.
Not a bad thing because I uncovered my muse, the butt-ugly, goddess of obscenity.
She, who embodies a holy kind of dirty, shows me the absurdity of the human condition, reminds me about the value of laughter, and is responsible for my dirty bazoo and the bawdiness in my books. My three Amazon #1 bestsellers (British satire and humour category) are part of the Ruth Roth series, but all are standalones. Book 1, a Readers’ Favorite Award winner, is the coming-of-age chick lit, Odyssey in a Teacup; Book 2, 2019 New Apple eBook Awards Humor Official Selection, is the romantic comedy Cupid F*cks Up (formerly known as Apoca[hot]lips); and Book 3, My Troyboy is a Twat, is also a romantic comedy. Book 4 is just around the corner.