Becky Jones is a seasoned content marketer, who lives in Reading, in the UK, with her husband and two boys. As a professional marketer for over fifteen years, she writes a lot for work – blogs, eBooks, email campaigns and more. Around her work and busy family life, she loves to blog and write short stories. For a long time she has wanted to write more creatively, but has found it difficult to carve out the time to get started.
A couple of years ago she set up a personal website to start blogging, which was an important step forward. When the pandemic put the world on hold, she inadvertently found more time to sidestep from writing her blog to writing short stories, and she has been enjoying creating a small collection over the last year. She loves the brief escapism which short stories provide in out often hectic lives.
‘Hammered’ is her first short story to be published.
Q: What is the first book you remember reading or having read to you as a child?
A: ‘The tiger who came to tea’ by Judith Kerr – I’m sure it planted the seed for my love of cafes as a place to go to solve problems ever since!
Q: What is the least interesting part of writing for you?
A: Getting a story ready to submit, because by then I’m usually too close to my writing and blind to any (often obvious) errors! I’m learning to park ‘finished’ stories for a couple of weeks to let them breathe and then I can come back to them with fresh eyes and actually finish them.
Q: Is there a book that you keep going back to, and if so, how many times have you read it?
A: I love Elizabeth Gilbert’s ‘Big Magic’ – it really spoke to my desire to live a more creative life on my first reading. It was my inspiration to get started with creative writing and trust in the process, rather than worrying if my stories are any good. I re-read it periodically to keep the dream alive.
Hammer toes were something she’d been born with. Her grandmother had truly awful feet – toes overlapping, varicose veins, bunions and all sorts. Summertimes, when she set them free in sandals, were grim. ‘Don’t look down’ was the collective agreement at family get togethers. Chloe’s weren’t as bad as her grandmother’s – yet. Nevertheless, her …