In the past, Kerrie has inflicted her quirky style of humor on many- including the Edinburgh free fringe, community radio, several rest homes, and pretty much anyone who sits still long enough to listen.
A mature woman who has been around the block too many times to count, Kerrie doesn’t ‘beat around the bush’ when it comes to her characters. ‘I like 'em earthy, ordinary, and believable. I like to throw them in at the deep end and see what comes up, hopefully, a surprise for everyone.’ She has been shortlisted for the Ashram Short Story Award and has had two dramatic plays produced for radio...
In the past, Kerrie has inflicted her quirky style of humor on many- including the Edinburgh free fringe, community radio, several rest homes, and pretty much anyone who sits still long enough to listen.
A mature woman who has been around the block too many times to count, Kerrie doesn’t ‘beat around the bush’ when it comes to her characters. ‘I like 'em earthy, ordinary, and believable. I like to throw them in at the deep end and see...
Manifesto The Great comes from a dynasty of leaders who treat women like breeding machines. When his forefather dies, he must take over as leader, but will he be able to control the women?
Planet Hy Man is a planet as pure as a baby’s belly button until a spaceship arrives full of celibate men and women hungry for all things ‘earthy’.
Manifesto The Great rules Planet Hy Man, a Planet where meat is as toxic as nuclear waste. Faced with an uprising, Manifesto The Great turns to the only person he can trust----his mother; but she has days to live.
With an army of malfunctioning Mae West robots and a committee as innovative as a sock puppet, Manifesto The Great loses control. And...
Planet Hy Man’s future lay in the hands of two women as ruthless as a cock in a cockfight, but only one can rule.
Bette, an ex-cleaner with a love for order, is grimly hanging onto her leadership. Champing at her heels, rewriting history is Beryl, a woman so ambitious she has rewritten Planet Hy Man’s Geographic——Manifesto the Great’s legacy....
A novel in the making of a woman who wanted to be funny but made jam instead. I love writing stories of women who break out of their prison, ignore their fears, and jump head-on...
So here I am in the east of Scotland in the sort of place that, well, you wouldn’t wear your fancy underwear too, not that I’ve got that many. The sort of place you wouldn’t eat your fish and chips, well I am a vegan. The sort of place you wouldn’t take your shoes off in, especially if you saw my socks and I thought I know I write something funny that will cheer me up.
Could I think of anything funny? The only thing I could think of was this place was worse than my car and my car is pretty...