Suzanna Williams Bio
The writerly version
It was a dark and snowy night … a perfect white blanket, spoiled only by the footsteps of the midwife up the path to the front door.
“Suzanna can read already,” says the Mother. “She reads really well.”
the panto years
“I’m hanging curtains when there’s a knock on the door. We’ve moved eighty miles and lived here for two days. I know no-one. Who on earth could it be?.”
Thank you for the Music.
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