Writing career Įarly in her writing career, Moyes wrote three manuscripts that were all initially rejected. In 2002 she became the newspaper's Arts and Media Correspondent. She subsequently worked for The Independent for the next 10 years (except for one year, when she worked in Hong Kong for the Sunday Morning Post) in various roles, becoming Assistant News Editor in 1998. Moyes won a bursary financed by The Independent newspaper which allowed her to attend the postgraduate newspaper journalism course at City University in 1992. She earned a journalism degree from City University as well as a degree at Royal Holloway and Bedford New College, London University. While an undergraduate at Royal Holloway, University of London, Moyes worked for the Egham and Staines News. īefore attending university, Moyes held several jobs: she was a typist at NatWest typing statements in braille for blind people, a brochure writer for Club 18-30, and a minicab controller for a brief time. Pauline Sara-Jo Moyes was born on 4 August 1969 in Maidstone, England. She is one of only a few authors to have twice won the Romantic Novel of the Year Award by the Romantic Novelists' Association and her works have been translated into twenty-eight languages and have sold over 40 million copies worldwide. One more week.Pauline Sara Jo Moyes (born 4 August 1969), known professionally as Jojo Moyes, is an English journalist and, since 2002, an award-winning romance novelist, #1 New York Times best selling author and screenwriter. Sometimes I felt curiously disjointed, as if I had simply dreamt him up. I would check in on my phone in the minutes I had free every evening but that was usually the time he was heading off to begin his shift. That should have made it easier for us to talk but somehow it didn't. He was working four nights on the trot and still waiting to be assigned a new permanent partner. I tried to remind myself that he was doing a real, hard job, saving lives and making a difference, while I was sitting outside manicurists' studios and running around Central Park. I tried not to mind how little he emailed me. Like cry at TV advertisements and fall asleep while brushing my teeth and end up with toothpaste all over my chest tired. But I was so tired those first few weeks that all I did was email him about how tired I was. I wanted to tell him all of it, in beautiful handwritten letters or at least in long, rambling emails that we would later save and print out and that would be found in the attic of our house when we had been married fifty years for our grandchildren to coo over. The key was to know that you could always somehow find a way to reinvent yourself again.” The key was making sure that anyone you allowed to walk beside you didn't get to decide which you were, and pin you down like a butterfly in a case. Or there might be a whole other Louisa I hadn't met yet. I was Louisa Clark from New York, or Stortfold. I learnt differently from a man who refused to accept the version of himself he'd been left with, and an old lady who saw, conversely, that she could transform herself, right up to a point when many people would have said there was nothing left to be done. Once, my life was destined to be measured out in the most ordinary of steps. There are so many versions of ourselves we can choose to be. For a while she let the world bruise her until she decided it was safer not to be herself at all. But, like too many girls, life had chipped away at her until, instead of finding what truly suited her, she camouflaged herself, hid the bits that made her different. Like many girls, she loved to try different looks, to be someone she wasn't. She was perfectly happy, or at least she told herself she was. “Once upon a time there was a small-town girl who lived in a small world.
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